Sometimes I dream of men angry

Demanding I repay them for something

I could never have caused

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Sometimes my heart thunders in my chest

And I wonder

If he's nearby to drag me back

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Into that world I escaped

Into the drugs and the booze

Forcing me to rid my innocence

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Sometimes I think I really see him

In the distance, around a corner

And I force my jenga tower spine

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To stay strong and vertical

Despite the whistle of wind

Blowing through the gaping hollows

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And I tie the corners of my cheeks

Into a forced smile so no one will fret

Or excuse my behavior and call me

Reasonable.

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It's happening now,

Nightmare reruns playing in my mind

And I have nothing that could have caused it

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But I stay at work quietly

Sitting in my seat. And somehow,

No one around me has a clue.

jan 18 2018 ∞
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