Glass Chest

The air is too close Thick Wet Pressing against my teeth I jump Once Twice Again Harder Harder My knees crack My spine bites itself The world doesn’t move Mud on my skin Mud in my skin Pulling me down Pulling me in Shadows lean forward Like they know Like they’ve been waiting My breath isn't breath anymore It's claws Fists Fire in a glass jar And I’m breaking inside it I jump Again Again Again One more jump One more chance The air thickens My chest is glass due to shatter And it hits me I am not moving I have never moved I will never move

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