Faceless

Faceless people
Through a revolving door
Shattered glass
Litters the floor

Their steps don’t waver
They never pause
They’re all the same
Journeys without cause

Heads held down
They have no names
Bodies of plastic
Souls of shame

I glance at a shard
Dread grips my chest
I’m just as Faceless
As the rest

– Miengha

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