I can’t be here.
I can’t live in this
Constant knife to wrist
Battle of the worst kinds of restless.
And I want out.
You are the ground beneath me.
I’m scared that I’ll never stop falling.
And there they were.
Both trying to stretch time thin
Hoping the other would give in.
Author’s Note: Today has been an unending day of running around. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to participate in the weekly Friday Phrases event, but I did get a chance to sit down. The result (in addition with a few other #FP tweets) was the above micropoem.