I see my reflection,
she grasps my hands,
the water sucks deeper
drags me down.
The world is a
distorted
chasm
surrounded
by shadows
that
creep
around
every
corner.
roads
slide
into
the
night
with
no
light.
Houses glazed
with nature.
Gardens decorated
with false, fiery
bulbs.
House curtains camouflage
the windows.
The chimneys light
up their
heavy loud
load.
Red handed:
they blow
out.
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