Fuck my brain and all things in it

I’ve never felt so vapid, insipid.

Every muscle is roughened and taught

Creaking like ropes against a cliff face

Meter upon meter great weights are held upon it

Burring and fraying each fibre unfurling

As the anchors are pulling

“Someone please thrash it!”

Hack at it!

Cut it!

Seperate me from it

So I can float like a feather

On the wind and the weather.

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