I am a dry, curling leaf:
part sun, part rust
Stuttering on sidewalks
Vibrant to passersby,
dying since I broke
I am also black mud:
heavy with emptiness
Still a bit frozen within
Sucking at clunky boots,
begging for the next steps
See how I can weigh both
nothing
& everything?
How I can trudge through barren
years, but crumble at a whisper?
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