Written by Jacob Ibrag
Changing places. I’ve grown out of this
space. If I stay, this routine will become the
beginning of my extinction. Choice stares into
my tired eyes, variety for the picking. Bones begin
to shake as my teeth get locked into a clench.
Anticipation. Never felt more alive in my
entire existence. Growth ensues from
within, killing the confusion I was
born and plagued with.