Poetry · Writing

hollow being;

i remember screaming;

screaming in the middle of the intersection

no one could hear me

in a box of crystal

peaking out into thousand of faces

none shining back;

for a second

at the corner of her eye

i can see she looked

like lazer right through me

an away

the isolation

i remember the cold tips

of the ever lasting crystal

 

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