it is 2:40 am
and my heart has slammed itself in
with wooden shutters
covered in dust
and sunk
into my chest
pressed up against my
spine rather than my sternum
I think I'm out
empty
and shoved into the gap
between window panes
rather than rapidly expanding
into the night sky
I am sinking
through the floorboards
and dripping into the kitchen sink
its 2:49 am
and I have packed
everything in my chest
into carefully labeled
cardboard boxes
and shoved them
into the back corner
of my closet
where the
doubt haunting
my finger tips
spins conspiracy theories
about
the things people whisper
when I've sunk to the bottom of the pool
its 2:52 am
and my fingernails
are still long
and pushing into the creases
in my palm
where I hide the
secrets i have forgotten throughout
the years
and my collarbones get stuck
when i spend 6 hours
folded in on myself
like silk
admiring the pictures
held up by
peeling scotch tape
it is 3:01 am
and I'm still out
and my heart has slammed itself in
with wooden shutters
covered in dust
and sunk
into my chest
pressed up against my
spine rather than my sternum
I think I'm out
empty
and shoved into the gap
between window panes
rather than rapidly expanding
into the night sky
I am sinking
through the floorboards
and dripping into the kitchen sink
its 2:49 am
and I have packed
everything in my chest
into carefully labeled
cardboard boxes
and shoved them
into the back corner
of my closet
where the
doubt haunting
my finger tips
spins conspiracy theories
about
the things people whisper
when I've sunk to the bottom of the pool
its 2:52 am
and my fingernails
are still long
and pushing into the creases
in my palm
where I hide the
secrets i have forgotten throughout
the years
and my collarbones get stuck
when i spend 6 hours
folded in on myself
like silk
admiring the pictures
held up by
peeling scotch tape
it is 3:01 am
and I'm still out
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