~pieces of people all over the table

There were pieces of people all over the table

some of them were magicians and some students

.. they were all going to die, but the goal was to stay alive

 

There were angels scratching down my spine

   in a room that smelled of burnt cookies

no soft cushions, only fine wooden furniture 

  spiked apple cider was the softening agent

   me, not able to drink fire water;

People in masks  pretending to be characters

  with no names stared at the walls

 in crushing silence

 

I slit my skin, with jagged nails to make sure I was still alive

   crimson ooze confirmed my heartbeat

  

We walked away from the gaming table

wanting to thrive, instead of just trying to stay alive.

  I looked into their blank eyes as I walked towards a perfect door

 

 My abandon characters were taken over with care by the players

  I left to eat chocolate and gaze at stars

wondering where I fit in a world of cardboard characters

   that smiled as they ingested giggle water and fried chicken

 

I wondered about the sky…

 

 

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