Nina Jouval

Here I go again.
My eyelids strain to stay open
feeling like heavy weights.

Time to get back to work.

I want to run infinitely but
my body is brittle
my mind is misty.

Back to work.

I am stuck, drowning in thick glue,
living the same day
over and over and over and over and over

Again, I awaken and cower at the sun
watching it rise and fall endlessly.

Fingers strike my keyboard
for hours, days, weeks, months.
Eyes transforming into mechanisms,
thoughts becoming habitual.

Am I afraid?
Of course I am.
Walk into the dark and don’t look back.
Make sure you don’t. look.
Back to work

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