Spirit of my contentment
I sit in the sun and stop growing
How far away the sun must be from our little rock
I close my eyes and feel it burning into me
What is it trying to say?
I float on, oblivious
I inhale the sky like a candy floss
Melts, sweet burning on my throat
My back lifts away from the ground and my ribs stretch free
Nothing touches me and I don't have to see
My lungs spill out, nothing touches me
All of me is in the world and only I exist here
Porcelain in my brain, a soft finger on my lips
You are trying to break me
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