You watch me
deliberately not blinking your eyes
as I squirm under the weight of a world of which I can't be set free
as everything precipitately slides
You watch me
and all I can do
is look right back
and see tears rushing down the curves of your face
the tears I wish were mine, that scratch at my throat like a fresh chalk
Not quite knowing what angle it should use
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