I haven’t had my heart
pounding in my throat
for so long, I’d begun
to suspect it never happened.
White rings burnt into my vision
Nearly blind, trying to see the
Changing labyrinth beyond
Competing with the weather
Because that’s the only thing
strangers ever talk about
I can fold these thoughts
into pill-sized chunks
and swallow them down,
but that tell-tale heart,
the tattletale, could never
keep my mouth shut…
anyone who’d listen.
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