Poem – “No Laughter”

No Laughter

The hive usurped my home
I practice no happiness,
I produce no laughter
I am the embodiment of painted phantoms
The paper screen containing shadows
The reverb of their voice recalls insects
And I struggle to see them as humanoid
I cannot fathom their patterns,
Not quite animal, not quite man
The alternating space between dreams
Unveils the truth behind their skin
I pretend not to remember it

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