Heavy.

The air hangs low with the weight

of the impending rain.

I walk this journey,

my soul dragging on

and on

and on.

Heavy.

Your words suspend

and hold me down.

They cut me like a knife,

Make me bleed

and bleed

and bleed.

Heavy.

I can't breathe

and you can't either.

I continue down the alley

willing to leave,

and leave

and leave.