Faces Look at them and learn to feel. Can you feel their futures dwindling? Spiralling? Falling? Faces familiar to my psyche suddenly seem so foreign My eyes shape their futures. What are they? Beautiful? Repulsive? Bodies move towards me in a drunken fashion Liquor poisons their bloodstream Their hearts pump toxins around their bodies To their limbs Their eyes Their brains Take away their strengths Turn their lips to stone Shove coldness down their throats Take away their faces. -Emile
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