It’s your
mast-lashed arms
your
unstopped ears
and the
sirens’ song
It’s strapping
on a smile –
being
strong for others til
you’re
left with only yourself
– til
the
edifice implodes
beneath
its own
facade’s weight
It’s
rituals and rules – your rent
paid
straightway the cheque clears
to push
from reach
that
always beckoning
overdose
It’s
holding on until
your
fingers finally break
The voice
that whispers
Fuck it –
jump
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