my arms outstretched
I catch those in front of me
I fall back expecting the dominos to end
but my back shatters into the ground
she peers over my broken body
too young to handle it
she stepped back
and I don’t blame her
the weight of countless people rests in my ribs
but I don’t dare make a sound
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
my arms outstretched
I catch those in front of me
I fall back expecting the dominos to end
but my back shatters into the ground
she peers over my broken body
too young to handle it
she stepped back
and I don’t blame her
the weight of countless people rests in my ribs
but I don’t dare make a sound
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