my chest feels weighted
compressed and all my ribs
are bending and cracking against
each other in an attempt
to breathe.

oh this vessel is falling apart.

I wanted to go to sea
to disappear along the horizon
end in the curve of the sky.

but there is no use.
I am not made to weather
such travels, such adventures.

I am made of soft flesh,
of cotton balls.


I am made of string.