WeavingA Poem by vaporwave
flexed muscles pulled taut under skin
stress twisting veins and arteries in its
hard and unforgiving kevlar instead of the delicate and inefficient furling of my lungs i yank my breath to unravel one string and then another fingers burning from the friction i remind myself it's all about the heat anyway © 2018 vaporwaveAuthor's Note
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