Today I am filled with frozen rocks. They fill my belly, they push against my sides. My brain is tight with ice, and every thought must steam through fissures and cracks in the surface.
I feel heavy. I am filled with the weight of alright, the weight of sad, the weight of just fine. It sinks into my bones and stays, filtering through every pore and gritting into my eyes, my tongue, my throat.
I want to run and let the wind scrub my insides. I want to loosen the grit of static sadness clinging to my skin. I want to split open and shake out the rocks and ice.
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