tell, tell, heart.

sometimes i tell myself things to get through work, like
ten more minutes until i have two hours left, and then
half an hour until that hour is almost over, and then
only one more hour after that...

sometimes i tell myself that writing words in a notebook
is as good as real company
and then my own stories start to seem more real.
it makes it scary to sleep at night
knowing that something is watching,
even if it's just my own shadow.


sometimes i tell myself that dying must feel something like flying.
and how i've been wanting to fly for a long time.
how light it must be feel...

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then i tell myself to wake up and put that thought away--
away in the darker recesses of my mind where i can't touch it.

[alive] to -tell-
another day.

-rae