corpses

Loved this poem! 🙂

Bad Therapeutic Writing

I can feel my heart beating in my shoulder blades
from the weight I carry

human souls,
friends,
piled on my back like corpses.

I carry you with me.
I let your burdens clutch at my heart.
even when we don’t talk
you’re here with me.

I don’t know how to drop you.

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