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The Break
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
You're trying to
Get around
In a group of
Screaming people,
All packed in one room.
The lights are pure white,
The dust scattered around,
Creating a cloud.
Tick.
TIck.
TICk.
You try to block out the
Noise,
But it only gets
Louder,
Louder,
LOUDER!
Your ears start to bleed,
And you slowly lose
The ability to see.
The porcelain doll cracking
From all the noise,
Its smile splitting in two
As jagged lines run
Through its head
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
You push through the
Crowd of people,
Outside will be safer.
It only gets louder.
Tick.
TICK.
TICKTICKTICK!!
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the third part of "The Still Life" poem series