Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn

I’m feeling vacant

Reacting slightly

Rebooting nightly

Dusting my soft-furnished ache

My false replacement

Will keep the lights on

But when the flight’s gone

There’s still this freeze on my plate

Drained relaxation

Buffs out the corners

Streets full of mourners

Head full of nothing but void

No graduation

From sight to warning

And in the mourning

Those thoughts I need to avoid

Those days are over

I thank the skies, dear

I’ll cry my eyes clear

And scream my passages dry

Then breathing slower

--without surrender

I might remember

If I give it a try

Calm the fighter

Warm the freezer

Still the flighter

Sleep the pleaser

Turn the lights down

Slight the caution

Pause the countdown

Tension soften

Those days are over

Now breathing slower

I might remember

If I give it a try

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