Poetry

Out of breath

fog on the glass
tracing my own fingerprints
stuck in the in-between
i can’t get out
can’t get inside myself again

heavy eyes
so i’m driving fast
stop telling me to slow down
my mind’s out of options
and my heart’s out of breath

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