Neighbours

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Through frosted windows, they pry with envy.

Their eyes feed in an insipid frenzy.

Piercing glances do well to slice my bread.

Blank expressions carved into every head.

Clones on a conveyor; layer over layer.

In daylight, I host their visual torment.

Come nightfall, I ponder their judgement.

Silent loathing fuels their gossip sessions.

Stained walls paint pictures of their expressions.

This space we may share, but this house mine to bear.