sometimes all the things I’m trying not to feel
rise up out of the box I have buried them in
and sit on my chest like a dead weight.
which is fitting,
because to feel nothing is to be dead,
so maybe it makes sense
that these things that I don’t want to feel
take my breath away from me
when I need it most – just to get through
another day of trying to move forward
and away from the memories
that gave me all these feelings in the first place.

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