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Isolation Blues

Powder blue
Soft teal
Meeting at the corners
Wooden plank ceiling
Thousands of knots
That create thousands of eyes
Permanently staring down
No escape available from my bed
The air conditioner the only sound
As the many walls turn to water
Walls of water roaring as they collide
As the blood scream in my ears
My stinging tears fill my eyes
And the wooden eyes grow as they do
Bigger, bigger as I begin to drown
The off baby blue blanket tangled around me
Keeping me stuck in place
No words to express anything
Drowning in the blues of my room
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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