wring of my neck what it tries to breathe. hide of a bison, claws of a vulture tearing at me. these scars are the footprints you left on my chest. fingers crossed that i won't fade with them. is it still too much for me to ask to keep me grounded but pull me in close, no my anchor cannot be my vessel but i dont have the courage to stop. so im scrawling these words on the pavement. biting hands that have only fed gruel. burning bridges that cant take me home. in the dust i am shivering. the falling rain pulls me back into my cloud. overwrought, underwhelmed, to empty youth, i am bound. stage an escape, from promises that left us here, hollow and defeated.
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