Hitting the rock again and again Reeling in a new red to cover the absence of the one pumping a heart
feeling like a shell of all the things I was before Collecting shiny arrows on the ground To spike up any emotion
Moving, running Crawling Moving seasons moving trees not taking not lingering Foraging for new feelings For worms in a jar that hadn't been made Trying to gather the ones in the old jar
Throwing a rock No more wings Not even trying in dreams