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my heavy heart marks a hole in the bed
deeper than the grave they’ve hidden gems
who knew my chest has been working overtime in my sleep
digging trenches at the mattress
where my posture can concave
i lend a hand to the weight my centre carries
i would write gravity into a formula
or drown misery in a vacuum
where is this static coming from
tinnitus in the solar plexus
this shit is vibrating
these shoulders are tense
it is as if they’ve been holding air
and it seems heavier than my arms
did the earth change
because why do i suddenly feel
incredibly low to the ground
feet planted like slime
and sweat grapples like sand
is this how the land cries?
deeper than the grave they’ve hidden gems
who knew my chest has been working overtime in my sleep
digging trenches at the mattress
where my posture can concave
i lend a hand to the weight my centre carries
i would write gravity into a formula
or drown misery in a vacuum
where is this static coming from
tinnitus in the solar plexus
this shit is vibrating
these shoulders are tense
it is as if they’ve been holding air
and it seems heavier than my arms
did the earth change
because why do i suddenly feel
incredibly low to the ground
feet planted like slime
and sweat grapples like sand
is this how the land cries?