it's death

or life

walking around the boulder

or picking it up and carrying it

with you

letting it twist up your

back while hair and sweat

fall into your eyes

choking and coughing while you try to sing

over the chirping of crickets

and the squealing of rats

the same that hope you fall

cause they are hungry too



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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