ton of bricks, ton of feathers

“ton of bricks, ton of feathers”

you resemble…
…a thread snagged on edges.
…a lost sense of purpose that never even had a hair to stand on.

neck ties must have choked…
…the pigment out of your eyes.
…out the fill.
…out the warmth.
…out the pull.

a color so tangible, you could lock it in your hand.

you are…
…an infected limb.
…another piece of paper to tear and i will.

i…
…was determined though scared.
…have conquered while falling.
…am new though dying.
…will comfortably drift off.

get ready to feel my weight.