Looping

Don’t let it. Don’t let it. Don’t let it.

Another loop. More danger.

The inside of my cheek is bitten raw.

I scratch off my nail polish.

Is it guilt or disappointment?

I can’t. There are too many…

Stop. Don’t let it surface.

I clench my fists and walk in circles.

Another loop.

More danger.

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