#15
thoughts scrape across my skin
no razor sharp wit to repel them
as they take hold and dig.
Past blood, lymph, bone and lung
until they rest
heavy on my heart.
With another weight added
my pulse slowly strains
begging to be free – to race again.
To feel pleasure. Excitement.
Even Fear.
But another thought takes hold
and this heavy numbness lingers on.

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