three stanzas to me

quiet and smile,
be nice to them
and save the screams
for the inside place,
the four-skulled walls

lock the door,
paint a rosy picture
and stare mad
through my windows
while the world drowns

turn away – I do I do I do
and take my hand
in my empty other
that it might be filled;
that it might feel

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