a pornography of smiles, everyone as the whore of themselves;
broken hearts, like lesbians with a cutting fetish, scissoring each other
and climaxing in catharsis; an orgy of shattered glass, sadist sex
the "new you", only new as jaded to your jaggedness; your solipsism
spilling over your friends, the way silence does the early morning;
after the drunks have returned home, and the homeless are sleeping
whispers that you wake up to inside of yourself, zig-zagging down
your memories, as if the multiple choice on a scantron; the "right"
answers now all wrong; you ghosting you, yourself as your ex-friend
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