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No one can touch her.
Subconscious thoughts of past events,
invade dreams of what never came true.

She rips at her face with softened fingertips,
her claws have been removed and insanity pushes

desperation; take what is beautiful and put it on display,

rip out her eyes,
drop them in formaldehyde

and watch the cosmos dance behind glass.

She slams shut the gateway to her soul because
empty eye sockets reveal no secrets

and bloody tears drip down her cheeks.

No matter.
No one gazes at the stars anymore.