Permeating Roots

It’s raining again

acidic droplets falling

onto the boardwalk.

The sea laps below what falls,

hungry as ever.

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The walk home was exhausting

numbing legs trembling

beneath the weight of my fears.

The cameras’ eyes watch on

as the cold becomes freezing.

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The cars pass by in

their horrible noise, I take

cover behind what’s there.

The door still feels so far a-

way, the waiting weight

-

leering behind it, drooling.

I approach scared, know-

ing the horror inside, know-

ing my own mind, know-

ing I’m out of time and that

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the fears have grown roots

which now permeate my life.

A terrible constant

mocked by my past by night, feel-

ing the water climb

-

until it dredges up the

dread, all the thoughts I thought I’d

left behind. The night

goes on forever and the pier

has fully melted.

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The smoke enters the room, and

I struggle to breathe.

All that I created now

has me on my knees.

Blurry vision, then nothing.