Dust
no space for inhalation
a fine black powder
fills every crevice
choking autonomy
it is
the rule of wealth bondage
where thoughts speak
only in silence
dusted into submission
one final exhalation
complicit suffocation
until she wears a uniform
of the corporation
and drowns
in the black hole
of
a restricted echo
posted by Cyndy
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