Mirrors
I grin grotesquely at my dreams from behind
glass.
I laugh with my demons, and dance with the angels and they write my life
on leaves,
flying,
sticking,
outside-in,
buds, trees,
saplings,
seeds.
Take me back to the womb,
for I must never be born!
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