Challenge
There's a man outside your window...
Osmosis
Man outside my window
lives my outside life,
trapping me within
my fishnet boundaries.
The skeleton of his soul
stands in piles
of cigarette butts
crunching underfoot.
The man was I
and I was he -
osmosis through glass
as I shut the window,
leaving a borderline crack
to squeeze to other side
of life, prying eyes open
to see my exterior man,
drawing face to glass
to behold the inner workings
of his buried thoughts,
begging to be confined
within his outlines
to entwine
inside his body
of sweeping darkness.
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