Reverie

The bones of
Broken reverie
Just under
The skin.
A red seeps
Through,
A bruise,
A breech of
Confidence.
A crown of
Shining migraines,
The hatred laced
Pleasantries,
Fake smiles
Worn thin
Cut like razor blades
The silence
Settles in and
You grow
Accustomed
To the
Ache.

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