Escape
Feeling tie dye blustering throughout.
Bursting with nothingness after all.
Or striking shower curtains.
Make me shake like shower shoes.
I had a little feeling like grappling hooks.
Do nothing-escape.
There is no such thing as being owed.
My belongings are packed up.
Feeling the loving feeling of forgetting phone calls.
Bursting.
Eyes sky diving!
Sparkles that most can tell you are fake.
Then I heard the scattering.
Lifted.
Embracing.
I have things that are packed and piled up.
I didn’t unpack for a week after that.
I didn’t think that ruined me at the time.
They climbed in through the window.
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