though no mirrors hang from nails anywhere in sight
you look so far inside the eyes of your reflection, your soul wets itself
so far that you risk forgetting the entrance
knowing all other exit doors will lock behind you
leaving you in alleys with forgotten weeds breaking through asphalt
places that never appear in marketing videos
and it won't matter if the alarm sounds
you'll be yelling in the alley until you realize
then you'll sleep in the alley on the asphalt
with dandelions gone to seed
the trip is risky but necessary
like reading your old journal
risky
because you'll see words you don't like
necessary
because you'll see words you don't like
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