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I was There on a day trip
sat on one of the middle seats talking to someone who always looked
away
and this is how with each new conversation another part of me
dwindled

the driver said we had 4 hours
I realised stepping out I wasn't wearing enough
and wondered what the air was like for everyone else - mist or
rain?

I imagined that in 2 hours time

I'd be at the car park

praying for escape route again

I hadn't realised that throughout the ride
everyone else suddenly knew each other
but it became apparent as I explored this town
that there are laws and laws.

Now here is the abyss
feels like when I spiral down
I will belong.

Now here is the darkened room
in which 4 hours collect
and I sit and wait
desperate

one thing I know is that fine dust can form
into a hopeless being
which will be soft adhesive warm
and break the silence
and I will not want to be home
and there is a tragedy
which in accepting suits me fine

and it was folly to hold out my hand
still think it mine