Bricks

The heaviness is more

powerful than

me. I can’t resist

the weight.

It is keeping me,

holding me,

touching me.

It is firmiliar,

like a friend,

a friend I know,

a friend I trust.

I trust this heaviness

to hold me down.

I trust it

to keep me here.

It has been

with me for so long.

It is natural,

loving,

caring,

and heavy.

I am scared.

Scared to fight back.

Scared to refuse.

Scared to resist.

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