The world seems so heavy today,
it’s like sunlight is leaden
and air itself has turned to stone
in an alchemical sort of way
A walk today
would become an exercise
in breathing cobble-stones.
Inhaling is hard.
Exhaling is weak.
The body is listless.
Feet dragging barely.
Food is a nuisance.
Sex is way out the question.
The ominous waters are closing in
Like benzene fumes stench,
It makes me retch.
Fuck this, I’m quitting.
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