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Night Life
I woke up in the night life of the Bluetown Cafe.
Opened my eyes to strange faces.
That couldn't seem to stare anywhere else.
The walls shook-until the wallpaper was gone.
The tables remained still, and the people kept walking.
Walking-and staring.
I rose from the booth, and kept my balance through aftershocks.
Opened a door-to a room carrying a mirror.
My eyes darker than the night outside.
My heel broken-cracked.
Ankle swollen.
Beautifully ugly-embracing dissatisfaction.
I ruined myself-the cafe owned me.
Took me in.
From the long journey across the street.
From which I killed my insides.
And wound up alone.
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