There's no other path
that this gravity will take
Supplanting
my air, my breath
as every sense drowns
within a distorted atmosphere
The walls
rise on and up
As I feel this weight
wiring to my mind
Fuses so short
I never notice the sparks
until the last one pinches
and scatters the emotions within
my now-broken shell.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
There's no other path
that this gravity will take
Supplanting
my air, my breath
as every sense drowns
within a distorted atmosphere
The walls
rise on and up
As I feel this weight
wiring to my mind
Fuses so short
I never notice the sparks
until the last one pinches
and scatters the emotions within
my now-broken shell.
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