Peyton Leigh Stille · Feb 24, 2012
Carriage of the Arms

Arms wrapped around air
in an unusually perfect circle
one too loose to hold onto anything
one too perfect to have any substance
one too big to for anything to fit into

My muscles clench tightly
wrapped around my bones
and they shake with exhaustion
but remain in that perfect circle
waiting for something
that will fit
something to hold

 
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