Take Shape
The Pressure on my chest is wholeAnd denseWhilst my body is a shellA cave that echoes with regret and worry Stalagmites grow with sharp edges,To puncture fleshy thoughts that breakAnd emptyInto words that take shapeInto words that take weightThat mean somethingTo someone and somethingI will breathe in and fill up with airAnd for that moment I am FullTime slows,the tide of emotions that are cre...