three lines down the page expressing
certain miniscule actions
that replace colossal pieces of my life
and scare me to think of choices
i blink away the blurred visions of dandelions
flying askew, crashing hard onto the surface of my cheek
burning me with a thousand unanswered thoughts
because chances are,
i never notice the way i move
in my sleep compared to a time
when i lay still and curved
inwards
eyes blank wide distant.
and the burden of different lives i could've lived
stand tiptoed on my shoulder blades
piercing through my physicality and
pulling down my mind
an orchestral mass of confusion and
terror
creating the notes to a suicide song
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