Walls explode around us,
terror tears tarnished paint,
impossible, defiant futures,
trampling on loneliness.

We are peroxide,
burning through the dullest days,
blinding mirrors,
raising rainbows to wrap ourselves in.

We dream of death,
sleeping souls, surrounded by green leaves,
too young to have fallen,
but hungry to be close to us.

You are locked inside a salmon shirt.
I long to set you free,
begging my shaking hands,
to cooperate.
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