'Clees (dichtertoxique) wrote in mental_nudists,
'Clees
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Erinnerung

Frosted glass of my mind finds itself
splattered all over the floor.
I try desperately to reconnect the shards,
but they slip out of my wet hands
and become pinkishly opaque.
Pugnant panic combinedwith confusion swell
my lymphnoids and I cry.

As I look at these bloody fragments
of what used to be glass
I wonder quietly to myself
"where am I?"
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