chicken girl

I almost topple over.

each footstep is like wading through concrete. the air is solid invisible dust, baby powder in the lungs, breathing through silk. seeing strawberry jam in glass. sweet filling the mouth; strain through my teeth, hard seeds irritating.  I love strawberries, though I do not eat them often. vibration in the atmosphere, challenge in the eyes, heart wound.

I just can’t seem to lift my foot from this place. staying, I am not what I think I am. I tremble from unknowing, a bird in a cage of my own making. let go and truly never know where it comes home.

I want to fall.

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