Eyes roam inside a camera
perfect frames guarded by glass.

A stare travels free
then yells, ‘hold still, move this way, no that…’

Blinded by nipples forming reflections,
shadows peek around my neck
grass slithers in my toes.

I escape to find you
carefully peeling layers,
behind a closed door

I escape to find me
petite, hung by hand
on a wall of blank faces,
in a hall of fake spaces.

I am lost forever



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