Sucking tar grips and
sticks, arresting any
forward motion.
Gnarled, creeping fingers
frisk along limbs and compress
with a strength contradicting their
brittle appearance.
The weight of the world bubbling
over; suffocating with an
inhuman cackle.
Exertions all for naught,
attempts at escape denied at
each try;
until one calming
thought reminds:
just breathe.
by Erik Shinker
This is beautiful.
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Thank you!
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great write, man.
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Thank you so much!
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cheers. 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful, and I love how descriptive that second stanza is. Feels visceral. So glad I came across your blog!
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That’s so kind of you to say; thank you for reading!
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