I can't breathe
Time to leave.
I can feel my heart beat down the seam of my sleeve.
The more I think, I'm thinking I'm sinking, I'm sunk.
Am I drinking or drunk? I can't tell anymore.
I walk out the door, into a warm night
and streets flowing full of red lights.
Like blood spitting quixotically through dilated arteries.
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