Three Days
When you think of three days.
You might think of that long, long weekend.
Where you danced in a dream.
Or went to space, again and again.
I had three days to think.
I didn’t though.
They just followed me around.
I could have run, but this house is a maze of mirrors.
The freezer door opened sometimes.
The cabinet doors broke and fell down.
I could have started shaking.
But there’s too much to do.
Three days ago,
I had been working at my new job for two months.
Some work tasks continue no matter what.
I opened the drawer and forks spewed out.
If a panic attack lasts three days?
Who’s to say I’m in my house?
I’m just within a beach ball.
Bouncing around and it burns!
I had three days and the cabinet light is turned on.
I had thoughts like the two month thoughts.
The freezer opens in a panicking way.
I get confused, I have to be a maze.
When you have three days.
To get dressed, eat, and brush your teeth.
And you simply don’t.
That’s when.
Three months ago.
I didn’t know what the voices were.
He said to me.
That I look better today.
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