binding [but not kept]

i made a promise—

a shackle,

a chain,

a weight to bear—

inked it into my skin,

let it hover

behind my throat;

a secret agreement;

so why do i

feel like my chest

is an eternity

and a fortnight

lighter?

This poem is about: 
Me

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