My life unravels in my hands
And I yell for it to stop
But it spirals toward the empty place in my bones
And yells, "Move!" while I crack.
"My legs are stiff because you poured your cement into them.
How am I supposed to move when you pin me to the ground
As you pin a tack to a corkboard?"
"You believe," it answered
While squeezing my tendons
To the point I cry out.
Streams originating from my eyes
Because of a single four letter word.
Fate.
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Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
