Unhappy Endings

Bathroom mirrors trick us
Into believing we are as we appear
But I’m more beautiful in reverse
Too weak to lift my hands
And ask about the sombre
Men and women gripping handles
In motion. We crash through
Doors, I only see flickers
Rushing between
Two street lampposts
The light seems to fade
In and out

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Unhappy Endings

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