dripping off my elbows
staining my torn jeans shorts
within a nauseous bubble
the world felt small
yet i was crushed by the weight of it
i didn’t plan this out
i didn’t want to be seen this way
he held my ankles between his feet,
as i tried to move towards the cliff
you’re not going anywhere
yes i am
I’m leaving here
please don’t make me stay
the emt was breathing hard
much more nervous than me
i didn’t feel the sting
but felt the iv
fluid like ice through my veins
you’re not going anywhere
yes i am
please don’t make me stay
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