Move


I sit now, trembling
in perfect stillness with
an undesirable ache to
move but I fear motion.

A cold shiver rattles
my brain as my thoughts begin
to make sense of my bodies
petrified state for I am guilty.

I plead my case to no one by
doing nothing, and I shall now
pay for my crime as a bystander
through continuing to look.

Unable to help, even when, I began to see
your lips quiver redefining what it means, to move.

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