Curled

Curled
I’m a ball
I’m a bed sheet
Folded
Haphazardly
From dust
And
Life

Keep the corners tucked
Rolling through time
Chronologically
Holding my breath
As to not get caught
On debris
And conflict

Can’t stretch
Can’t move
Can’t breathe right

Something’s awry
In this messy pile
Of should haves
And would nots

It’s just you, baby
Controlling your ride
Unfold slow
Or quickly
Maniacally
But do it now

Before you
Can’t breathe
Can’t stretch
Can’t move right
Or at all
Too late
for your roller coaster ride

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