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Jun 2018
I am a slow
motion
fall
deeper into fear.
The electric green of my personality
shocks, yet how I take form
in the shape of an X.
Close in on myself, sweat with
anticipation.
I am the number 17
an insignificant flash,
like a strobe light in your mind.
Rough like tree bark I am
a brick wall. I swim into my red veins
deep within my black mind.
Lost- I can’t see
Even with my eyes open.
I feel around the rough sandpaper edges
searching for an embrace.
Breaking glass sounds
I come apart.
I need more time for a title but still wanted to share this.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  27/F/Florida
(27/F/Florida)   
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