Do you ever feel like stuck
In an underground station by yourself.
And all that’s left is you and your ugly reflection
Staring sightlessly back from the glass door
Solely the endlessness and the void.
The air is stale and stinks with piss
And other smells you can’t quite name.
The lights are flickering and buzzing unwelcomely.
Bored out of mind, you try to look at your reflection more closely.
To trail after its contour that glows Faintly under the artificial lightbulb
To dissect it with clinical precision
And make sense of what sense cannot touch.
But it is obscure, and hostile towards further scrutiny.
So you give up with a shrug,
To occupy your blank but relentless mind.
But now it becomes insistent.
Probing, screaming and kicking at the edge of your consciousness.
Look at me! Beware of me!
You will never get rid of me, ever!
Your inability to shake it grounds
In the circumstances it was made
And the fact that you are stuck.
Here, in this mind-numbing,
Underground concrete prison
That threatens to pop your head off with implosion.
When all four of limbs are filled with lead
An inside turmoil that stirs your viscera
And pushes shame and all the ugly things to the brim
Until you can do nothing but squeeze them out.
Watch them tumbling out and feel more ashamed and ugly after—
The lights stop screeching.
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