Muddy Water

what starts it is the smallest and the slightest shadow of self doubt

pressing against me like a cold draft through cracks in the door

and i sit here like a captive watching film flicker in front of me

critiquing every move, every word, every sideways glance

in perfect mystery science theater form

until nothing remains but a crumpled frame

and a firm distaste for introspect.

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