World pitching back and forth like a Tilt-A-Whirl

The ballet room, a house of mirrors

Spin after spin

Losing focus losing grace

Until I collide with the mirror

It’s raining

Glass shards

Scarlet spatters the floor

Pitter patter like a shower drain

Mingle with my tears

Spit, drizzle, pour

Always raining


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