Snaketale

Humdrum and apathy;
ricochet therapy;
carrot strangled with string.

Faith, oh-so-papery;
a pit as equity;
the pendulum’s your king.

Trembling fingers unfold
what callow minds behold
between denial and din

A worn-out weary waltz
Of bath bombs and sea salts
between mirrors and kin-
between silence and sin.

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