The room is white and she sits in the corner,
her insides peeling.
Broken mirrors in the distance,
she opens her mouth and the ink falls down.
Her arms fall backward and they crawl up the wall,
black nails that bleeding.
The clicking of her teeth lose control and wonder,
the clicking growing louder, the ink falls faster.

Inched from the floor to the wall, her body starts twitching,
She stands and shudders across the floor,
Throwing her arms out, her head slides forward,
and she begins to spin.

Faster and Faster
Her footsteps climb the skid marks they created,
laughter ringing through the room.

 
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