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there are faces
on my walls
always watching
always judging
always following
ash blonde hair keeps appearing in my comb
hair that i admired,
hair that i wish i could have combed,
that doesn't belong to me.
ash blonde hair in my food,
ash blonde hair in my bed,
ash blonde hair in my heart.
she appears throughout the house,
throughout and throughout,
always watching.
always waiting:
for me to repent my sins,
and join her in the walls.
waking up to the sun is easy
but she stares and i am powerless,
against her hollow eyes
and the shadow of who once was there.
for i am here,
and such sin should be confessed.
i wonder if the sun would still love me
if i told him such horrors.
if he, too, would begin to poison
the smile on his lips when i am around.
i am not the moon,
i am not the clouds,
i am not the stars.
accompanying the sun in the sky
will forever
be something i dream of.
i scream at the moon,
at the clouds,
at the stars:
stealing away the warmth
that has become a part of me.
for who am i,
without the sunshine dawning over the graveyard
that i helped to fill?