ton of bricks, ton of feathers

...autophobia... (free verse)

“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.