Bound

Not truly known by any soul.

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The secret is kept.

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Creature of multiple faces,

a kaleidoscopic personality,

a mess of all things grey.

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Overwhelmingly empty,

hollow at the centre

lost inside the black tangle

of electricity-pumping wires,

razor fences and long black hairs.

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The car with blacked out windows

sped up just after passing,

eyes from the open window, peering,

red

and thirsty.

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I pulled my hat further down

and stared at muted patterns

in the concrete.

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Legs couldn’t run much faster on

that tarmac, much like quicksand.

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A story untold.

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One of many, silence is the greatest safety

even as your teary eyes beg for answers.

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When you close that door tonight,

you take my silence with you.

By the time that you return,

if ever,

it will have regrown.

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There isn’t much longer

until it will have taken over.

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I remain reticent

despite a thousand

present deficits.

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A black hole

for all benefits.

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When every day gives you reasons

to not see the next one

inner minds collide, and

there’s bound to be tension.

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Tied up in knots

my stomach replicates the pattern

but nothing will come out.

No words, and no fear.

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They remain

and they stain

the glass which I had spent

so many hours cleaning,

trying to make things clear.