A While Longer
My soul's been sticking to my ribs
like a heavy meal,
it's weighing me down.
This incorporeal mass kept solid through flesh,
it pricks and pulls like a frightened animal
with claws out and my fingers curled.
It tears at my bones and I lash out
muscles tensing
and my soul's been pounding at my skin,
like a distorted memory
fighting its way true.
It's been winding itself around my heart,
making my footsteps heavy
since it was told to slow me down.
To claw my skin
and trust the lies of sight.
My soul's been sticking to my ribs
and shuddering with each breath
I take.
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