Exquisite Hysteria
Roses blossom in my cheeks,
A wild hummingbird is
set loose in my stomache.
I fall into the green lakes
that look me in the eye.
I am taken to a warm
place without worries.
Then reality hits me in the face.
I remember the harsh words,
the blank face,
the cold dispair.
Then I fall into the icy lake.
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