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Raw silk
Pure power
You stand there edifying
A statue of my inadequacies
“My loneliness is better than yours”
Overheard.
Disjointed.
There is a word for that
Or there should be a word for:
When-you’re-surrounded-by-narcissistic-people-while-all-you-want–to- do-is-get-drunk as-shit-and-have-a-good-time
There is no respite from the world
You can only travel so far in the euphoria
Before they bring you back to life
People who would inflict cruelties
But scoff at murder
Murder is where you draw the line
“Here, I’ll draw the line for you.”
This is me.
There is everyone else.
I’m standing outside in white darkness.
A tap on the window.
I judge a place by their cheeseburgers,
And the beef is overcooked.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
