The sound of clocks rings in my ears

gravity can no longer hide these fears.

Raised hairs on the back of my neck.

Not knowing what to expect next.

Tip toe. run. tip toe. run.

No other choices present themselves.

Rain infused thoughts linger in my head.

Of what I rather do instead.

Choices dangle above me

Icicles they’ve become

Watching my every step

As if it’s my last one.

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