I drag this weight,
each step a crime against the ground.
Am I a ghost,
too solid to slip away,
or an animal,
broken, bent,
flesh tight with the burden of living?
I cannot call myself human—
humans ache with love,
but I am jagged,
a wound that won't heal.
Too wild to tame,
too hollow to be held.
Time to vanish—
to dissolve into night,
my absence felt by none.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC
I drag this weight,
each step a crime against the ground.
Am I a ghost,
too solid to slip away,
or an animal,
broken, bent,
flesh tight with the burden of living?
I cannot call myself human—
humans ache with love,
but I am jagged,
a wound that won't heal.
Too wild to tame,
too hollow to be held.
Time to vanish—
to dissolve into night,
my absence felt by none.
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