Britney

Light head on a heavy

I am behind

This week (this weak) has stretched and pummeled my levee

I am behind.

One step up, four back, I still stand

One forward, one more, and back

I am my fear

A charge imposed and collected

“The mind is a terrible thing to waste” loop turns to real

One day I will not be 17 and I will die

One day I will be in college and I will not be 17 and I will be afraid of something

One day I will be inside and I will wonder why I ever did it

Thrice makes prayer. ♦