The Performance

She made you this way, didn't she?

I believe you

how I want to be believed

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But I am only baring witness

to you baring witness

to an audience of two

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me,

and the you that watches from the box seats

enraptured by your own performance

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When I escape at intermission,

sickened and alone,

I wonder...

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will you still throw flowers?

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Critique 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/127khh5/burial_at_sea/jefuhub/?context=3

Critique 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/127qtal/a_man_without_a_soul_prose/jefw3i3/?context=3