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.
Melissa Stein 
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