Not knowing where your feet will land one moment to the next, transient in space and mesmerized by the way everything you want
sparkles
just out of grasp,
you're left grappling and gasping, leaning towards whatever gives you solidarity.
Only to find that has become vapor,
The solid rock wall beneath you gives way and you are floating.
Suspended by things you never thought you'd feel:
Regret burning on your tongue like a taste that's always lingered but was never quite pungent enough to make you realize it was poison
And still you can't bring yourself to spit it out.
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