a cigarette cough
and I struggle
to find the thread
I dropped
so very long ago
balanced
on the razor's edge
trying not to fall
looking over my shoulder
fully aware
of what waits for me
lurking, pulsing
in the shadows
needing a handhold
drinking myself numb
wishing it worked
feeling my breath drift away
and back again
grasping for normalcy
with slippery hands
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