cause i'm drinking coffee
cause i'm coffered in dryer sheets
cause i'm trying to be understanding
i'm trying not to judge her choices
i'm trying not to fear her actions
it makes me feel saccarine
mortared cicada shells
freckled in leaves
foggy haze
and it's ugly out
nowhere to be or go
first time since purpose
i just...
it's in my dreams now
the elevator, my keycard
the people i avoided
eye contact
with
nervous pulsation
mostly my heart
why do i jump
it's what i do
i'm strange-er
the images burn
looking in mirrors
stoking anxiety
with coffee
is today
the day
i stop
i doubt it
highly
i mean
lowly
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