Watching soft features brace for such a serious impact.
Hurting before even hit.
Time slows down to fractions of seconds and seems
To even bend back in on itself…
Lachrymose lambs watch
From their hilly homes while
Macerated hands lose their grip.
O raw unready concern.
O accidental doubt.
Erase my reflection
Arrest my ambition
Decollate my dome
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