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high jumps over picket fences,

district chases resulting in bound wrists,

capillaries break under rope burn litigation

the sweltering interrogation of a flickering desk lamp to the face,

indulging in cutthroat conversation 

with breath that poses as shoreline bait

every time you pull me back to shore it only makes me want to bury my head further into the sand.

inescapable as the revolving shadow that grips at your ankles like a ball and chain, entrapping you in the same position you've always been stuck in.

it's not dishonesty you see pooling in my retinas,

it's a reflection of your own secrecy projected onto me

misguided by fallacies of what you think I'm destined to become.

your underestimation of me is not insulting,

it only makes me pirouette over creaking wood panels of suspicion with proliferate precision.

this chasm between us runs so deep.