Wow,
Left longing. Hanging, somehow. By a thread. Dangling, It's terrifying: How far the ground, How quiet the light How faint is my breathing How dark is the night. Endless, this pounding In the depths of my chest Panic, rising. Close my eyes. Is this dying? Flashing, Everything, nonsensical, Before my face. Reaching for hands That do not exist. I might faint. I never do. These days lay Heavy like anvils. Falling like an angel, Just breathe. Release your feet. The world, fast approaching, Is not a fate that you can beat.
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