Pillow Fort

I reached out to hold your hand and

there was nothing.

A hologram.

Just an illusion,

like the person you were,

like a mite burrowed

under our skins.

Toxic.

You’ve murdered 

every

single

one of us.

 

You’re beautiful.

A beautiful lie.

 

My childhood 

shattered,

my adulthood 

wandering,

 

among your fairytales,

among those frayed books of yours 

in the heart of your home.

 

I don’t know you.

 

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