Black mouth

It gets crowded in my mind
A painting stationed as the statue of Pisa
The space inbetween

A straight hanging painting
The white of the wall appeals fulfilling
Widened by abstract lines

I let go a scream
Anxiety had detected me

It is letting out
Spies will crawl, spiders be your friend

Now, here
what to suspect from an enemy
Killers are my friends

Adore you,

Shivafeli

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