no name

simply devastating was a mesh of broken mumbles, all i could say was "i'm playing dead," what felt like empty space, merely my concerns fading and pushing this frail body i claim to be my vessel further from goals dreamt out of high hopes and ambitions, clawing and dragging dead weight up the silk of a dress that never slipped off the skin, frail fingers dust like chalk on the coarse path i drag my body on, i drag my soul along