Motel Lust

I feel the most at home
In unfamiliar places
Walking through corridors of beige
Electric candles
Illuminating future paces
The rhythmic sounds of “tip tap” bouncing off rectangular spaces
Is when I feel most at home
The breeze tugs at me through narrow spaces while animals disappear behind rectangular cages
Just in time to die a little

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