Harlene

City of Strangers

Why do I have to pretend to be happy why can’t I just be happy

A stitched on smile

One needle in

Bleeding out the sides of my mouth.

Same needle out

Red string threaded through an open wound.

Repeat these steps

Finish the right now the left

Graveyard face. Looking at me through the mirror

The rituals complete

Gods perfect liar