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Sep 2016
i'm scared
to death

(it will be exactly three
months before christmas)

and i don't
want to
find myself
alone that
night and

(it hurts to even
think about it
because i'm still so
low it sounds okay)

but i don't want
to go anywhere
be with anyone
because there
are demons we
have to deck ourselves
and dates we
have to face alone

(on the other hand
who knows what might
happen if i were alone
i don't even know)

and i just wish that
none of this had
ever happened but
oh well it did

and now i have to
face the terrible
pain of seeing the
rest of the fall

(the chill in my
knuckles on
the pie dough
under my nails
thanksgiving day)

and into

(tape scrapped
palms before
hot mugs of tea
for the rest of

and on and
on for the
rest of time
and i don't
want the
rest of time

(i'd take the clock
off the wall and
crank the hands
around backwards
to give myself a
second chance but
denial won't help
anything at all.)

i've always hated
feeling trapped.
Copyright 9/16/16 by B. E. McComb
b e mccomb
Written by
b e mccomb  21/F/finally home
(21/F/finally home)   
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