dead bedrooms

A quiet you can taste on your tongue
No one loves/moves
Now/no one breathes
Let it go
Or you stir the wolf

Am I at home with a lover
Or in a cage with a stranger

I awake like a fairy tale
I awake from the fairy tale
I didn't know that was the good part

The ceiling is a mirror
Reflecting everything I've ever done
Was it always there?
You kept the worst parts of me from seeing their reflection
Now that's all I see

Left behind in a dead bedroom


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