crack crack creaking
the soles of my feet are made of glass
the longer i stand, the more i walk
pain shoots into my bones as the surface starts to shatter
the pain reaches my core, where my stomach is painfully carbonated
the bubbles shoot up my spine, to the back of my neck where i feel clawed fingers digging in, reaching for my esophagus
the carbon reaches my eyes, where they start to boil
i want to scream but my body won't let me
creaking louder as the black hole of paranoia and anxiety slowly stretches me out of existence, minute by minute
please hold me gently
please
