• crowtonic 23w

    the weight of this
    pulls
    seams of your center, revealing
    groves of poison.
    its hail weathers your blood,
    aches
    within miles of veins.

    the weight of this
    presses
    down on your shoulders, lying
    shadows around your eyes.
    it displaces acres of light,
    curls
    it all into smoke

    the weight of this...



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