Monday, March 12, 2018

Empty space

I think this thing that I'm feeling is a long-felt pressure beginning to disappear, a weight beginning to lift and the sudden slackness leftover, as if nausea had disappeared and I were now weak with hunger, or if I stopped holding my breath and my lungs crumpled, or if I stopped bracing for it, let down my hunched shoulders, and let myself be rushed by the cold.

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