stacks

these things add up
like piles of books
on the bathroom floor
humidity expanding
anxiety exploding
and the drip of a faucet
all the sudden
becomes an enemy
the fog on the mirror
nothing less than
the hand of smoke
runing its fingers
across building tops
making way
for the full immersion
in flames

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