Violence towards strangers
There's a dread
in my heart,
and it feels like
home.
A country song
in my head,
that twangy sound
I don't love.
Got twinges of regret
traveling up and down
my spine.
Acid in my veins,
not the
hallucinating kind.
You're almost dead,
and I watch
these chapters
rewind.
I was gonna write
our book,
but now I've left
that all behind.
I imagine every one of you,
animated as in life,
Sometimes you're younger,
but no one ever
gets older.
That's the secret;
stop the timeline,
before you reach it.
Myself stepped out,
and turned to face me.
The mirror cut me;
violence towards strangers.
There's a world
out there,
Outside of my head.
Thinking of it
fills my heart
With dread.
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