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Take Off

Ready for impact, hold my breath

when I hear my name. I feel the

words come for me, knives sharpened

aimed at my heart, taken apart

and built up again until I’m

who you wanted me to be- blocks

stacking foundations, falling. You’re

intolerable. You turn the

mirror and suddenly I’m not

“doing right by you” so you pick

at me. Taking off three, two, one.

I can’t help the way I feel and

I’m trying so hard to hide it

but I see you every day. The

countdown starts and I feel all

the pressure building up

steam hissing bright lights

flashing beeping

explosion.

Three, two,

one.

We take off.