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February 28, 2019

a flake here, a flake there

piece by piece 

it piles on


an ask--a flake

a request--a flake

a mess--a flake


i should have tended to those things long ago, before they became giant flakes falling without care or note


i should have said "no" or "stop" or "wait" before those tiny crystals became snowballs flying at my face


i feel overwhelmed and anxious


i feel worried


i feel weak


those snowflakes are so pretty one by one

but combined they make something i cannot out run.

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