defense mannequinisms.
venetian blind
cords of my heart
pulled taut.
slats
unfurl
fall
slam
shuttered so tight
against the storm, not even
the brightest flash from
the sharpest fork of lightning
could leak light in,
could pierce this suit of
white plastic armor.
but we forget;
plastic melts.
hey, this is alright. i started off writing about the poor mouse that fell from the cotton candy sky of the heat exchanger room and died this weekend (rest in peace, dear friend), and then this happened instead. fair enough.
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