let me live
in those seconds
between awakening
and awareness
when I don't remember
what I have lost
before the ache begins
and I feel like the target
at the gathering
of archers
before it feels like
all the knife throwers
are practicing
on me
before the storm hits
and I find myself
fighting to breathe
underwater
let me live
in that place
between sleep
and awake
tell myself
we are still ours
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