My life wants to talk
and I am not ready
—Chalk

Is black on my soul
I can’t swipe it off
—Memories

merging with silky reality
Each of them rhymes with little sick laugh

Is someone here
            Or are we alone
                        Am I sincere
                                          Or honesty’s gone

Talking to mirrors of your silent life
I cannot help it but choose to be deaf
As
—Blindness wouldn’t do any good
The noise of your
—life will always be rude