Shame

Poetry

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Shame

Aren’t you ashamed? As if every mirror holds a portrait
of Dorian Gray, you have done so many things
that the past keeps hidden away. No one sees them
except you. Over time, the links in the chain
wither into wispy rust clouds, letting the weight
simply fall. But the fault lines around your eyes
remain.