fall

iris on repeat
it's fall

and i'm falling
like an ochre,
orange,
brownish fragments

breathing gets harder
smiling,
but i'm always smiling,
a posterior reflex

i can't hate everyone
i'm soft
i'm hard
i'm stuck

4 am
8 pm

scared
just wait

a pause,
before it begins again

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