My Pulse
I lay here, awake.
I lay here, hypnotized
With my hand under my head I see my pulse... beating through my wrist.
Its only when I stop breathing.
Stop thinking.
Not looking directly at it
But out the corner.
Through the cracks.
Keep your distance but learn.
Gain strength through patience.
A mind f*ck played on itself.
I lay here, confused.
I lay here, dead.
Copyright © Miss. Mae | Year Posted 2016
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