barely any strength to drag this weighted pen across the sheet/blank/white/page
I might have more success pulling a blunted pencil through ice/cement/what have you.
I cannot see clearly now as the fog buries my eyes in blindness
I wipe that said fog off my glasses, leaving streaky moisture on its panes
and swim through this god awful icy slush water.
if my knees weren't so persistent
they'd snap right off entirely
like a dirty cigarette broken in your back pocket.
so, my body is left to shake/shiver in that agonizing pain everyone knows
its that sharp ice that swallows me
and there is simply pain
where were you when I fell?
or was it you that pushed me?


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