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9.6.23 at 11:13am: Transmission from the mercury pool
Pulled to the ground. My actions are guided by a pendulum whose weight hangs around my neck,
swings into my gut,
a knot is tied between my ears,
my eyes are sunken, and gravity pulls my body to the ground.

I will look up at you and think of impossibilities
the air around your neck and shoulders will wash away
my ego strains and caffeine zaps my chest bone.

I will peer into you, searching for mercury pools
but the heat will push me in, it is deep and black and cool.
I know what it means to me, do you?

"I hate myself but I couldn't hate you."