a split second headache,
a forced examination of fight or flight and thinking i've been here --
but not like this
not a sight that made me want to swallow my pride
although
not looking, not being able to look, wanting to never look away
ridiculous, i know
thinking about grass and legs intertwined and suddenly realizing
i can't breathe
but another glace another half second do i run do i hide and i wonder
isn't it better to die like this, to suffocate
under your eyes?