(no subject)
a barnacle encrusted anchor sits
tons of pressure heavy atop it
at the dense, dark bottom of the ocean.
rusty, and once strong
the chain
links
my ankle to
familiarity, security.
my heel bubbles with
yellow calluses.
the tips of my fingers
smooth and manicured
tingle with restlessness
stretching for
.
tons of pressure heavy atop it
at the dense, dark bottom of the ocean.
rusty, and once strong
the chain
links
my ankle to
familiarity, security.
my heel bubbles with
yellow calluses.
the tips of my fingers
smooth and manicured
tingle with restlessness
stretching for
.