YOU ARE READING gravity Poetry gravity 19 0 0 by dtiano by dtiano Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I woke up a while ago at 2 am. Sweat trailing from my neck to my chest. Ice box cold A tight left hand hold That hot breath The smell of nearing death I fell into millions of crowds. Hoping someone to fall back.