My Room


Posters plaster the walls
as if to defend from something.

Silver eyes peer out of the darkness
curved like moons, watching silently

No particular purpose, not to judge
but simply to see what happens next.

Pirate Ship looms in the shadows,
sailing across a shadow sea

on a voyage
that is already complete.

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