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The Person
Do not pity me
I look behind curtains of dark purple
Enveloping me in their silk
I see behind screens that take me to a void of tv static
I eat cherries under the ocean with people I’ve never met
And yet still I feel so alone
I want to be embraced
Do not pity me
Look at me
As I watch from the shadows of my nightmares
As I writhe in my own skin trying to break out
My muscles contract and my bones crack
The coils turn and the gears switch and I still can't wake up
I search for something inside and I cough blood
It pours down my face from my eyes and I am drenched
Drenched from rainy days like this
I want an umbrella
Look at me
The iridescent tiles of shame plague my mind
They lead to an empty corridor with paintings of blank faces
Nailed to a wall that leads to heaven
Or was it hell
Conversations with death shelter me in fragments of light
Bursting my eyelids with color
But I still see nothing
Am I doomed to be faceless
Who am I
Don’t look at me
My hands ache with callouses
Formed from the axe I used to build a house
A house so big and grand everyone would visit me
So I burned it down
The air smells of embers
Embers of memories trying to say goodbye
I drink tea with the angels
It scalds my tongue
Don’t look at me

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I wrote this to remember my past experiences while also trying to remember who I am.