instinct. this is not instinct.
the flight or fight is not my option, i freeze.
fully aware that there isnt time to thaw me out.
like frozen meat, ice red with streaks of white,
i sit with perspiration resting on the cellophane,
reminding me that i am confined before my own reflection.
i need to thaw me out.
i need to fight my deceptive layer, thinner than paper,
thick enough to hold me transfixed.
i need to fight it, by instinct.
written in during a psychology lecture.
what a coincidence that jacky talked about this
mmm...maybe not a coincidence..perhaps.
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