Shattered Reality
OutroMachines hum time while the night shift yawns and a siren wails far off
like some distant tea-time bell,I feel the phantom weight of the music box
where my hand still remembers its corners
like a secret I refused to sell,He asked how you win a game that never ends
and I answered by waking, by staying,
by learning how to walk through hell,Not as a victor, not as a martyr,
just as the girl who would not step through any door
that required her to stop being herself to do well.