Two Left Feet

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The weight of the stares towering over my body is crushing all hope within.

The clock on the wall is wearing me down, bruising my patience paper-thin.

As the loneliness sets into my muscles, my lids are opened by a sound.

I stare into the darkness of the room. I let out a sigh and let my heart pound.

I see him there, serious as ever, empty pockets and expensive shoes.

For a second the mask slips and he grins, on his chin a pale round bruise.

One step in my direction, then two, now we’re only moments apart.

I blink and he’s gone, the weight is pulling me down with all force…

But it’s alright, we’re no longer back at the start.

-JW