crooked window

nay, I did not say that

not anything anyone need know
how did the whispers get heard
why did the wind spin a tale
plucking from the silky depths

you stand behind that window
your reflection looms large
I stare angrily at that
muttering under my breath
when did you steal my veil

soon your face will get blue,
turning you into an apostrophe
the frames will engulf you
I will keep counting the branches
while you cut out the slashes

“you a faceless entity, hiding behind the city”

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