Pull

I strive to steady,
Locked down constantly away,

But every afternoon,
The strangest gravity.

You snip
Tripwires in my room.

The floods
Rise ever higher,

Yet you speak
In fire,

Daring me,
Taunting.

- 9/16/25

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