I swallow myself whole as I breathe
Noiselessly
Through lungs bruised with my own handprints
Crushed with all the expectation of crossing out lines drawn in the sand
Crossing over was too easy
Time will pass
Without the familiar hesitation
Grinding
Rendering me raw
Marching on with a rhythm that echoes out of my rib cage
Fumbling from my mouth and staining sheets of beige paper
Close my senses
Until soft grey vapors can work their way into my dehydrated ambition
Always shrinking in the dull heat of obligation
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