What does your body want you to promise it?
I will hold the weight of your bones
caress the scars where the world was too loud
listen to the quiet places where your breath falters
I will cherish the salt of your sweat
the tremor in your hands
I will be here when you collapse
cradling the fumble beneath your ribs
until it tames the rhythm of fear
I will witness the language of exhaustion
the way your shoulders carry
the ghosts of yesterday
tiny badger
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC