Suicide in a Hall Of Mirrors

Suicide in a hall of mirrors
from every angle blood and froth
here a skull crushed  
by hooves there a mind
one view proves the blade
could not harm an ant
yet another glass opinion and
it’s flooring mountains
CALM bubbling like a fire and the tablets  
only work when you
stop taking them               now reflections,    

                        memories return

in the form of the Dove’s flight
and the daily murder of i
searching for that one good thought.  

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