Feign(t)

Written January 12, 2010

any decision
is the wrong one.

what’s there to lose?
(everything to gain?)

forgetting to breathe,
as I hyperventilate.

I need a spotter,
before this weight crushes my chest
(before my heart beats out of my chest).

just quell my paranoia
and say, “Hey,”
as if none of these thoughts

ever happened.

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