Blue Lines, White Lies

This was nothing new,

seemed like she had always knew

that if she stepped over the edge

she just might find herself falling

telling little white lies to herself

making do and doing without

standing on the blue lines

holding her breath

for as long as she could

just because that was the safest thing she knew to do

Jeanna; Mead. 5 29 p,m August 16 2020

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