I can never find the words
To put to
What you do
To me
But I think you see
Quite clearly
The script you are writing in the comfort of your director’s chair
I am a matinee heroine
No matter what screaming horror role you write me into
Like a room with no windows
Trapped and alone
Perfect movie poster
Cracked around the edges and unsure of itself in the harsh daylight
Frozen in time and mind through the lens of this memory
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