Gnawing

My feet aren't touching the ground

and I'm afraid of heights

I'm trying to force as much weight as possible

down my scorching throat

Is it possible to breathe with broken glass in your lungs?

I'm still breathing

and I'm breathing and breathing,

but with each inhale, my lungs shrink

and the glass cuts through 

It's jagged edges gnaw 

at my bruised ribs

Can you hear the scraping of the glass?

Can you hear narrow bones breaking?

I'm begging you to

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