I stare at the compass.
all directions
are open.
I choose north.
I want to be in the coldest
place possible.
to be frozen,
unmoved
by circumstances.
I haven't done well with
decisions.
by choosing north, I won't
have to decide anything
anymore.
i'll be the ice man.
i'll be perfectly content
without a voice.
my heart slowed to a mere
tick.
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- to all of us
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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