days after

days after days

you make me

fall and 

once i am

closing my

eyes,

beginning to 

drift -

you catch me

tondue
and extend
your leg
sharp
cutting across the
floor like
the double
edged
words you
spoke to me
that night
when we did
not dance
but rage

racing over
our rocky
syllables
hurling across
the distance
the insults
as the
edge loomed
closer and closer and
farther and farther
away

i'm trying to
impale
my worry on a
stick
not think
about
all the things that
could go
wrong,
and
all the things that
will

trickling
d
 o
  w
    n
       the
walls
are teardrops
and
raindrops
and
k
 n
  o
   w
     l
      e
       d
         g
           e
if someone
would
just
c                    ds
 u               an
    p their h
to catch them

sometimes
shut yourself up
shut yourself out
when the train whooshes by
too fast
stop
step back from the yellow line
(if you see something say something)
realize that its not your train
(this is the last stop)
you don't need to be rushing
(please stand clear of the closing doors)
why don't you walk instead?
save yourself the
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