Locked In

i pick at my nails
i stare down at my hands
i’d ask, but i can’t
i’m crashing
like waves made of plastic
a traffic collision
i wish something would happen
sit down and i’ll listen
there’s nothing but static
it’s not that i miss her
i’d take off this mask
i’ve no other plans
i think someone is passing
i’d look up, but i can’t
i pick at my nails
i stare down at my hands

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