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What am I? 

A doormat for your shoes? 

Cobblestone for your steps? 

Am I meant for nothing more 

than a book, open pages, 

assigned by your english professor, 

i hear your battle cry

winning.

i feel the tremors

loss.

they think delicate,

but snowflakes don’t shatter

bulletproof glass?

they think delicate

draw.

I think I have forgotten

What it means to be human

I failed to swim in this air,

Drowning in oxygen that slowly rusts my lungs

If I continue to take my medicine

Will I lose the scars?

The Empress

lies upon the couch

sleeping

i pet her

she runs away

i cry

Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?

Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?

If we, as people, seek water,

why do we always land at a mirage?