Matthew Finish
just down the hall a bit
i made it all in grayscale
sucked out every other single colour
it had
and now
there is void in its eyes
i made a silly little insignificance
shrill gradients of pure misery
piercing every single ray of hope
the dark light
of the corner ahead
flickers and flattens
wallowing in its own dim
yet flaccid turgidity
a fog of dated tears held aloft
by webs
spun from treacle
i made it in a matte finish
a knife edge depression
with no sheen, no shine
an echo of the eternity of dull
no surface to mirror
no reflection no betrayal
it is an edge sharpened
by sly tricks
i made it with mouthful of flaky slow decay
chewing on broken razor blades
chewing on rusty nails
running through the hallways of its mind
a delusion of variegated options
a velvet hammer
i made it all in monochrome
it sits in a corner
darkened even further
by it’s very presence
it’s head hangs
desperately heavy
this is not a happy place
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