angst cycle (iii)
[F] (v)

after a year
hanging on the chance
of every email

to rob myself
to break

i want to go through the door
i’ve slammed the door in my face
i’m unlocking the door
i’ve locked the door
i’ve hidden the key
it’s in my hand
i want to go through the door

is that noise
on the other side
shuffling
breathing

no
i’m inventing the noise
i’ve slammed the door in my face
with reason






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