Smoke Mirrors

Smoke and mirrored glass

deception is the house

The mirror made me small

While all the while

my mind is swollen

from the pain

I can’t stand the

shape I’m in

I can’t seem to stop it either

So restless

till I can’t relax

Smoked from the glass

my sleep is haunted

by those demon pills

A toilet mind

is a toilet flushed

To take another pill

is to smoke a glass

In a reflection of

a mirror mind once

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