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Your breaths are
heuristic; your heart
enslaved to your
mind and its
moving mazes.

You crave the abyss
of night to flee
the day; how it
stings, how you swim
and ache to sink.

The water's cold, so
you freeze yourself
to float.

You live life
on thin ice,
palms overwritten
by fault lines -

closed fists and nails inking
red seismographic pleas
into a stiffened silence -

your past is beneath you:
fissures, fractures
a pedigree of failures.

Shut your eyes, your doors,
your windows, your chords -

you're so

afraid.

You could just burst
but your skin won't
allow it, it seals
you in, keeps you warm

and wanting.