my people

My morning face
Steamed mirror echoed
Touching skin
Wanting to hide
What I see

Hot breath
Blurs my likeness
Numbing obscurity
Into the world
Eyeless recognition

Quiet motion and
Deafening spectacles
Of people
Moving
In their own space

Looking
Anonymous feet
Plugged in
Bumper cars
Without laughter

Hand holding
Hypocrisy
Smiling facades
Reflect the sun
Veiling ripened plagues

From the womb
To another black hole
Societal suffocation
With
And without
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