Your fingers dig into your skin your chest your neck clasping grasping pressed tight and close and hard like you can't slip or something will escape
One crack and it all falls apart
Bleeding out gushing thick viscous honey
bulging with flies stuck suffocated by their desire
It should be sweet but its bitter
hardened under pressure
but no value added
The crow in the cage bats its wings
strikes against the bars, shoulder bruised from impact but going
again again again
heavy, a bass drum beat
beating the air into a gale force wind because survival is a zero sum game and if anyone else is happy it means you are not
But survival isn't really enough
it isn't satisfying it is draining and brain melting and numb
an absence
does it matter if it is excitement or anxiety
what do you desire
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