Heartache

Mid-morning rain
runs over windshield
while arms tingle, chest aches.

In the off chance
this is a heart attack,
I pull over
turn on the hazards
slouch in the car
and wait for death.

Who will find me?
An angel
with sleep still in its eyes
that takes time
to call for help.

Or someone like you,
too selfish to stand or sit
too busy listening
to the whispers of demons
in your own head.

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