Erin Goss
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i stumble through dark rooms
struggle to capture pieces floating
tiny feathers
dancing in and out of holes in my head.
i've lurched forward most of my life
felt poison settle in the bottoms of these feet
dead weight
too tired to throw myself forward like a woman.
it takes too much energy to carry myself proper
to capture feathers floating
spiraling through my temples.
they nauseate me
and i fall upon my face
with fingers spread out like wings
like an angel accepting fate.