She wears the suit
with the heels so high.
She moves with purpose
even as she says goodbye.
She can laugh
with the best,
and sympathize
with the worst.
She listens to your troubles
and she bottles the rest.
She’ll get a perfect score
on that invisible test.
She smiles like she knows
though
it’s just a habit
she can’t break.
Even alive people
can be dead,
just better at the fake.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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The building
is destroyed.
Bricks
lie scattered.
Cracks
wind deep.
Scars
shine
on the sidewalk
for everyone to see.
2020 took
a bulldozer
to every
window,
door
and stair
and
tricked me
into
pulling out
my own bricks
hair by hair.
Now all
that’s left
is this
empty
forgotten
ruined
square.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Shutters closed,
floors bare,
dark house,
your kingdom of despair.
Halogen lights
watermelon rinds
your real kingdom
has straight lines.
Two sides,
two yous
one heart
shaded in dark blues.
It’s so obvious
to those who care.
Your soul’s in need
of desperate repair.
Tired eyes,
silent cries
you are
dead inside.
(Why don’t you change?)
(How do I fix you?)
(I shouldn’t have to fix you.)
When
will
you
realize?
©2021 Jai Lynn
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