Some cancerous form
and it's hard, rough
and it's hard
and it hurts and ouch
and,
and I breathe and it passes
and I breathe and it's back.
I can pinch my thigh
if I want,
it won't help.
I can breathe the sky
and take it all for myself,
now it's mine, not yours.
I'm selfish.
I took all the blue for myself.
I get filled up but not enough then
I crumble down into myself.
Rock solid.
So it spreads but then I cage it in
with words,
AHA! It's conquered.
(At least for now.)
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
Some cancerous form
and it's hard, rough
and it's hard
and it hurts and ouch
and,
and I breathe and it passes
and I breathe and it's back.
I can pinch my thigh
if I want,
it won't help.
I can breathe the sky
and take it all for myself,
now it's mine, not yours.
I'm selfish.
I took all the blue for myself.
I get filled up but not enough then
I crumble down into myself.
Rock solid.
So it spreads but then I cage it in
with words,
AHA! It's conquered.
(At least for now.)
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