Cracked Mirrors

The sound of television in a hallway that smells of urine

The smell of television and the sound of urine

It makes me realise I am not alive

It makes me know I am nowhere

The drone

The background noise

Who told you that you didn’t matter

It was elsewhere

Somewhere else

The beach is so close

Yet I would rather overdose

Round the corner

The hospital is further

Now it came closer

Background smells sound

I weigh a tonne

On the bed face down

They feed me tablets

Everyday

I feed my image

Not a talent

Maybe a talent

That I can dredge

Gravy

I am released from my personal prison

A mind like drugs

A heart like a broken face

An ending

A beginning

A place to crack mirrors

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