She sits on her bed
Eyes closed, meditating on
The mediation
Normality of
This life in suburbia;
The existential
Japan, paper cranes
Hang whimsically from the
Highest mountain peak
Looking down on Earth
From the bridge above water
Drowning, broken skulls
Never ending tales
Of the life beyond our own
Take hold of our minds
My stained-glass window
Mirrored reflections of my
Inner dress and tie
Purple lightening
Streaking the hair of young girls
Individuals
All gender humans
Help us, breathing, drowning, help
We are, we are lost
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything
P.S. I am a cultural pleb.
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