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That Monday morning
was when my skin
crawled,
and I wanted to
rip it all off
and take a look at
what had been scratching
me all this time.

That Monday morning
was when a silence choked
and arrested me, and
I wanted nothing more than
to shatter in it's pulse.

That Monday morning
I was already drowning
in air and
was simply on auto pilot
to swim upwards,
but couldn't tell
which way was up.

That Monday morning
the world was not ending
but it seemed
as if
I was.