Who am I, and why am I alive
Who are you and why did you die
blood stains the walls red, grey matter thrown from their heads,
Hung from a ceiling fan, a man in his thirties.
An omnipresence lacking thereof, an amorphous entwinement of love,
A young lass clings to the mans’ trousers, eyes closing, eyes dozing.
Running out of breath, running from her death, but with her broken lungs as legs.
Her eyes shut like the sandbags they were, now trapped in a timeless blur,
just as you’re not stuck in traffic, you are traffic,
you’re not going through life, you are life
and she never even got to smell the roses.
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