sometimes i will stumble
through tidal waves
pushed under
long enough to strangle but
never enough to drown
until i wash up to the shores of my world
stretched. the pieces of my soul extinct.
i envision life without vision
and punish myself
for always finding contradictions
in everything and nothing.
i spent trickling time turning handles
to the right escape
but all the doors hold
memories of, memories of, memories of -
so i end up circling inwards
until i can no longer sense the burn
in the thresholds of my mind
and succumb to living with myself
every fucking second.
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