breaks between

weeping and

cleaning

your desk.

fidgeting for a quick fix,

something to steal your attention,

anything but listen

to the all-but-silent roaring

vibrating through your bones.

you’d pay for it leave you alone.

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to the slow & steady distraction from your life.

you’ve tried;

a thousand or so times,

to die—

rebirth as someone worthy.

Entrepreneur

Analyst

Chef

Mother

Someone sturdy.

pockets filled with perfection,

Money.

all you were learning

was every iteration of perspiration

you couldn’t stand to excrete—

have you ever begged at your own feet?