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Just Wait A Second

Tumbling;

thoughts in free fall

Reason dissipating

Until I’m left on the outside

looking in

Watching myself not think

As the words flow forth

From my mouth

(Or my fingertips

It does not matter which)

I scrabble to catch them but they

float

Drifting away from me to you

Before I can touch them

And now it doesn’t matter

The damage

Is done

Tumbling, more

thoughts in free fall

Reason seeping through the cracks of the floor

And I

sink

Questioning for the hundredth time why I keep doing this

Questioning for the hundredth time if this will be the final straw

Wondering why I

can’t

just

stop

it?

By Lindsay

She/Her / Feminist Killjoy / Board Gamer / Hufflepuff 🖤💛 / Fat Babe / Polyam / TNG is the best Trek

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