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10 days in and feels like forever.
20 days in and feels like I'm never
escaping
30 days in, scabs turn to scars
1, 2, 3, 4
I can hear him coming for
me
5, 6, 7, 8
Maybe I can choke and he'll be too late.
40 days in and I feel like I'm drowning
I feel like drowning.
And I'll be counting
Counting until I run out of space
On this wooden wall
Ball on the beach
No one here
But me.
1, 2, 3, 4
Blocks of dirt placed,
I sigh
And look around the place.
5, 6, 7, 8
I count for the last time
As I look down
And down and down and down.
Head spirals as I spiral
towards the water,
Cold growing ever closer,
Body to ice
And I realize I'll never be free.