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  • Brianna White

In My Head

It was spilled water

smoothly seeping

into the unclean floor.


Cheerful crowds

are simply passersby

to a small caution sign,

unsuccessful in halting

the lingering mess.


Curves, circles, and lines-

They all cross paths,

as the water spreads

so do the crowds.


Ignorance is bliss.


Until a wrong step

and someone slips-

A harsh landing.


Everyone stares,

watching the soundlessness

of me reaching out.


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