-11:51 (Poem)

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Silence is what clings to the walls of greed.

Long and narrow they are, unknowing of where they’ll lead.

Taking soft steps, she looks to the doorframe.

Above it sits a melting clock, jumbled chords grimacing in shame.

Numbers sink into the floor, and her footprints wash away.

She only takes another step forward before smelling decay.

The handle is rusted and cracked, grinning in grime.

She knows that behind the door is what she’s been looking for this entire time.

Creaking open, it reveals the pile.

Rotten mattresses, clothes, and bile.

Stiff and still, mannequins circled the room.

From atop the ceiling, frowning masks loom.

She enters, looking about the enclosure.

With deep breaths, she tries to remain her composure.

The expressionless bodies eye her up and down.

She approaches a male, unbuttoning his dressing gown.

Beneath beats a heart from within the fiberglass.

She slowly puts her hand over the mass.

It beats steadily, cupping her tender hand.

His broken fingers sweep away her hair, catching a strand.

He pulls her close into an embrace that no one else will ever understand.

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Art credits go to @galactixy_illustrations on Instagram.