Wordle #150

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Sanity is merely an affectation,
a veil underneath which
the darkest shadows may pass.
I am just a girl, insignificant,
in the scheme of things.
There is comfort in
the knowings and doings other,
in penny-gush and reflection.
There is comfort in
the superficial and mundane
though I do not count
myself among them.

Iris assigns names
to those she does not know.
She gathers their ghosts
into sickly webs and sews
them throat to throat.

I cannot bear to hear
pretty words spoken of me,
labels are much too expensive.
I will not grovel or peak
under another man’s agenda.
We are all mutable,
beyond reason, insane.
To represent or to copy
that has always been the game.
I own my occhiolism,
my bittersweet nothings,
not altogether unlike yours
but enough to distinguish.

Iris assigns names
to those she does not know.
She gathers their ghosts
into sickly webs and sews
them throat to throat.

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2 responses to “Wordle #150

  1. I ADORE the repeated part, it is so ghastly and emotional. I loved this too:”I am just a girl, insignificant,
    in the scheme of things.”, too much, because I relate too much.

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