Sharpened doll’s tears

Sharpened doll’s tears

On the window’s face,

Liquid splinters

Under night’s skin;

Quiet curdles,

Buzzing like lice

In unwashed hair.

Staring deafly

At space unfilled

By my movement.

Though clocks will chew

Through distant time

I will be unwatched.

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