The invisible weights cast their impression on my ankles.
I walk in breathless silence.
I can no longer extend my hand to the fingertips once there, now consumed by creeping vines.
I turn back to see the clearing empty, your shadow is gone.
The weights become lighter in time.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
The invisible weights cast their impression on my ankles.
I walk in breathless silence.
I can no longer extend my hand to the fingertips once there, now consumed by creeping vines.
I turn back to see the clearing empty, your shadow is gone.
The weights become lighter in time.
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