this existence is stone
a force that gravity would not dare kiss.
fingers pulsate and go numb
under the touch, the futile embrace
of silver, enwrapped about a withered wrist.
tune out the empty drum of strangled voices
to only feel the same few words gliding—
slipping, burning into my brain.
ones that speak of empty wishes and worries.
of depression, of rage, of trivial naggings.
they wait for a solution to be granted
in the forms of freedom from infinite enslavement.
these same words pound again and again.
can no one silence their fatal whisperings?
my breath is caught in my chest.
and my heart flutters beautifully, sputtering—
breath is lost, and my vision is that of damp red.
there are no stones about my shoulders.
gravity is a force I am no stranger to; I fear it not.
the chains on my wrists loosen.
they tell me I am free to go.
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