Himbo hairs in the Harridan’s throat

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You can do what you choose.

You might be tempted.

When you are, stand up if you are sitting first. 

Trace your fingers up and breathe in

Down and breathe out.

Wiggle your toes.

Dart your eyes. 

Touch the floor with your palms.

Sing Crazy by Patsy Cline accapella.

If you still insist after all of this

Tell someone who will stop you

To do just that because you can no longer control staying in control alone

Or read this instead.

Do what you choose.

Read that you wrote instructions down

For the sole purpose of choosing something else

Anything Else

Instructions

To prevent you from playing mundane mind games with a person who only speaks to you because their conversion therapy isn’t taking. 

Because of their own delusions and manipulations.

It’s stupid and dull and so very tired.

Take that brick off the page and turn it. 

The farther you get the bigger the swell anyway.

Vanish.

Breathe then vanish.

Do what you choose.

No explanations, no apologies, no hopeful memories.

Raise your hands to the sky and flex your calf muscles at the same time.

Your point was made and now you leave.

Choose. Choose again.

You might be tempted. But stay gone.

Don’t insist. Stay gone.

Breathe then.

Shoulders down.
You’re too big to fall soft.

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