—WELL, THIS IS WHAT IT LOOK LIKE RIGHT BEFORE YOU FALL

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      i’m floating again in a foul pond filled with too many iou’s i owe myself wishing schadenfreude upon myself/my doppelgänger-self hoping my papier-mâché heart won’t pop it feels like seeping/sneaking through the shallow unabridged/unannounced sucking sludge between my teeth feeling bloated heavy and light as nothing how’s that work nothing’s really working right now if i’m being honest how come i can’t reach the shore or door handle when your teeth are so white i can see them from the bottom more dirty rain is dropping/slapping my sallow cheeks it’s a dicey forecast snow falling now an avalanche coming running like a herd of wild of stallions crushing every scrawny bone in my hollow chest