This fear is too big for my body.
It is dark, and it hums.
Although I imagine, when the time comes
My ribs will shake, and pleading tears
Will not be my salvation
But still the fear will be a planet
My feet have only had the honor
To stand on.
And I cannot claim to own this sadness
It, perhaps, even gave birth to me
Sculpted me with something like a mother’s fingers
That will melt as I cling to them
And it will fill up my mouth when I have
Nothing to say; no breath to stutter out
A song about the unfairness of it all
No one there to listen, anyway
There never was.
That in the deepest, infuriating
And universal sense
Too big for me
I can hardly even
Choke on it