Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

Melting.

My flesh feels heavy,
the layers growing fine;
restraining,
aged like wine.
Dusty, rotting tombs,
of memories in death;
lodged in my throat,
restricting my breath.
Broken I lay,
dreaming escape.

My chest in palpitating,
like running feet;
growing childishly impatient,
aching from heat.
Cracking sinuous bones,
arched in decay;
buried underneath my skin,
burdening my legs.
Broken I lay,
dreaming escape.

Author notes

feel so tired.

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)