Broken record

I looked at you

and everything


a blur

So I painted

my mouth

with an upward curve

and spoke to you

in a thousand



You opened your

mouth to speak

but all I heard was

a distant past

playing continuously

like a bro

                  ken record


About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on
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