Thick air.

Fat like fudge and so heavy 
it weighs down your
shoulders like
boulders.

The thick pages of ink
spattered with bits
of this and
that

become the burden that
you thought you 
could have
handled.

Thick and suffocating, not
unlike being underwater,
but it isn’t as 
quick

to die in. As if it’s torturing
your mind and soul
and slowly
pulling

you

down.

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