My heart falls forward, ribs buckling,

knees dropping to the ground in unison.

The sky looks thin and precarious from above.

Behind that great blue curtain, the puppeteer plucks his strings.

The sun tears at my flesh. Sweat slips into my tears,

I rub my eyes with a jet black sleeve.

Grass pokes at my fingertips like an accunpurist’s needles.

I peel back layers of earth but you are much too deep.

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