Feather duster.
Birdcage made of whispers.
Tail of a black cat.
I’m a child running
With open scissors.
My eyes are bandaged.
You are a heart pounding
In a dark forest.
The shriek from the Ferris wheel.
That’s it, bruja
With arms akimbo
Stamping your foot.
Night at the fair.
Woodwind band.
Two blind pickpockets in the crowd.
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