Sometimes it feels like
I’m in a waiting room
with the air being sucked out
one molecule at a time,
my breaths stolen
before they even enter me

Sometimes I see myself standing
on a rocky outcrop
beside the sea breeze.
The curvature of the earth
lifts my feet
as they teeter on the edge
of truth and death

Sometimes I wish
I would have been born a man
who does not fear endings
as I do.
Sometimes I wish
but my wishes are stolen
like the minutes my lungs breathe away.

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