Shoegaze

A dark pair
with each sidle and step
towards something she’s never seen
with her sunglasses posted on her nose
never stepping on her own
with yet another pair of hands pushing
which we’ve never seen, only heard
as each tear drips below the dark
of her eyes, running like oil
to the ground with no one
catching them
even with the many hands
holding, scraping, pushing,
tearing her insides out
until she’s a hollow
A dark

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