i'm a little princess
sitting in my cloud of nightlit incense
whispering to the sleepy walls
closing my eyes, embraced by the plump arms of stasis
the chlorinated crystal numbers above me ascend
time begins to starstream toward me from all sides
my ballgown is getting dirty
the edges are fraying, trod upon by muddy workboots
i try to climb away from the looming void
the raw and bloody wounds on my feet and hands
try to ebb away into sweet novocane silence
but i'm not ready
i'm too scared to fight but too naked to hide
the tongue of an empty and whirling black ocean laps at my heels
laughing at my indulged paralysis
the cliff before me is so steep
the tide is rising
i've climbed this wall, i have done it, but how long can i keep going?
sometimes i just want to drown
my last breath a dream kissed sigh of apathetic satisfaction
collapse against the sand like a junkie as the world goes black
i can't believe there's a plateau at the end of this mountain
i don't know how long i can climb.

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