Breathing is harder than it should be.
I have to remind myself to do it.
I watch the sunset. A giant white glowing orb sinking into the veins of the dead winter trees. They aren’t in fact dead, of course, but their gnarled bare branches, snaked shadow fingers creeping toward the gray sky could fool you.
Graveyards. Concrete. Insurrection. The year that won’t seem to end hasn’t really ended, I still feel it lumped in my throat. Pricking at the back of my eyes inside my skull.
There are seasons but this one is more stubborn than the rest.
And we choke on the things we try to run from. And the sky blooms darker than it ever dared before. As we shuffle our feet and ignore the signs.
I remember to breathe but only because someone on Twitter reminds me to by accident. I shut off my phone and…
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