
Tree Bark


I look back and remember how carefully I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass left free of hairs... stubborn dust... and fingerprint smears... Hanging in perfect unison. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them down.
There it is... The inevitable feeling of constriction and suffocation from nothing more than my own intrusive thoughts... I almost missed it.
Absently she peers into a memory, with empty eyes and an eyebrow arched... Stubbornly lost in the same thoughts, she's unable to depart...




I feel her slowly creeping in like a snake in the grass... Ready to make her arrival... Ready to take over this body... And ready to constrict this unmedicated and vulnerable version of me...

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