disembodied

every breath

feels like a

paralysing stab

in my lungs

my veins are

as tense and as

abraded as worn

ladder rungs

i strive to

maintain and

suffice such a

liquid composure

but instead i

submerge in the

depths of my

arrogant inures

as the dread draws

blood from my

starving idle heart

and the sense in

meaninglessness

starts to depart

i feel so splintered

i may as well be

anyone else but me

but when i exhale

in a shudder of pins

and needles, i find

myself still stuck

in this body.

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