It's like a landslide.

Forcing my rib cage open just to fit itself inside.

Seeping in through my open mouth and

piling,

rock after rock,

until I can't feel my body anymore.

Far too heavy to move.



It's an icy, rigid tide.

Casting all matter of facts aside.

Drowning in worries but somehow still

smiling,

and giving small talk,

until there's no more sand left on the shore.

Far too helpless to hide.