Poem 57: Blurry

Blurry, tired, everything slowly fading away.

 

Nothing to see here.

Hours pass.

The sun is bright and I open my eyes. The bottle,  my hands.

He looked in a fragment of mirror, the pieces dotted everywhere.

You could only see the imaged blur.

 

They liked blue. I liked red.

 

 

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