16.5km

Yeah 16.5km this morning

I need to be perfect
every fibre of my being
a delicate curve
traced in time

all these
( )
clinging to me

making me heavy,
pulling me down

where are my wings to fly?

filaments,
drawn through my limbs
pulled taut through the

- stretch -

of my skin


if i could be but
a thin line
no shadows cast
behind
me when I walk

alone in this cold world

So untouchable


(for you can't see me anymore)