Hidden Agenda The colour yellow rushes up the wood, hide if you should. Gentle patters I know you’re there, but why avoid me? I care. The beauty comes from her soul, Rising behind my spine. You will be fine, You will be fine. In time. Paper, plastic, distributed on denim, The trace of your disappearance. Not one word spilt, But instead hide until it pours, brings roars. Breathless, I absorb the distant twists, until I feel I can’t exist. Leaves shivering behind the pane, can I do this again? Your womb expelled me for good it seems, And I have been walked over since. I want to question, to understand. She takes my hand, “Don’t”... The stars and flashes come in waves, scribble the words, I want to know it is real. Is this madness creeping in? Shivers, shakes. Breaks. You are all fake.
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