You are
Curled up on the floor
It’s warmer than you ever were.
The tiles older than you, more knowledgeable.
You wish to slam your head into them.
Just for a fraction of that knowledge.
It haunts you.
The easiness of letting go.
It feels like losing a limb.
But you only have so many of those.
It always hurt at first.
You learned how to keep your arms.
By using them to shove away others first.
Before they could chop your arms away.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
You are
Curled up on the floor
It’s warmer than you ever were.
The tiles older than you, more knowledgeable.
You wish to slam your head into them.
Just for a fraction of that knowledge.
It haunts you.
The easiness of letting go.
It feels like losing a limb.
But you only have so many of those.
It always hurt at first.
You learned how to keep your arms.
By using them to shove away others first.
Before they could chop your arms away.
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