Alive

I’m an imposter,
a thief of days and heartbeats.
A secret only I can see,
laughing, playing, participating,
pretending,
taking up space that doesn’t belong to me.
There was to have been a fall,
water in the lungs,
pick a direction and walk,
succumb.
But every hour I am certain,
I am not alive.

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