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I open my mouth and the macabre stories flood out

I try to hold them in with my hands like a dam

but they climb out in the spaces between my fingers

and hang in the air for a solitary moment

everyone stands around with bated breath

burning holes into me with their  x-ray eyes

trying to read my expression

as to tell if this is a joke.

(this is a joke right?)

I stand still until everyone loses interest

(for seconds if notcenturies)

Slinking away to draw pictures of the corpse of Lady diana

(to keep away the saints)

I want to show you this, I want to confess this.

But you are just the paparazzi.