Thinking About Tomorrow

I'll set these heavy things down

lean back crying

till the water runs out

and the sky runs out

and we're out of time

I'll throw these heavy things down

they're carving pieces out

slowing my smile

slowing my think

they wear me so low so down

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I caught a glimpse of myself in my head in black and white. I was covered in grime and walking a straight empty road carrying something in my arms. With my head flung back and eyes shut against a high sun, I sagged.

Something I read said, look for the bones. I found them. Sometimes you've got to toss it on the page and switch it around. It won't be great, but it's better.