The windows are shut
Gravity, both metaphorical and literal
Bring it down.
Bring me down.
I am caged within my own skin
It is dull here.
A slow throb pulses from
The veins running through my left wrist.
I think
My body never felt this sluggishly hollow
I think
I never felt my bones this filled with marrow
I think
Will it be like this again tomorrow?
The floor holds up my right arm
A thump as it pushes against the ground
It buzzes against my ears
I am supported by my own skeleton
Carry me up.
Vertebrae by vertebrae
Energy, both metaphorical and literal
Push the door open.
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