Almost had it.
Fist gripping glass so tight it turns
into sand slipping sliding shifting sifting
through my fingers
and no matter how hard I try to hold onto it and spin it into soild
hard into my palm until it hurts. It hurts
glass grinding into sand grinding into Soul
And I sit trying to remember the Fibonacci Sequence where 1+1=2, 1+2=3, 2+3=5, 3+5=8, 5+8=12, 8*12=20, 12+20=32
and yes I screwed up the sequence VIA my math but hey.
That’s par for the course.
Oh sweet goddess I’m sorry but I tried.
Earth. Earth. I am
Earth. Trying to feel her beneath my feet, toes curling digging in-
to roots so bare that if you blew on them the bark would
And then my bicep screamed and my tricep followed suit and my toes never did dig deep down enough and the voices in my ears set off the voice in my head and my arm
And I wait on the platform for that last bit of my soul to shatter as I stifle a sob because
Almost = Failure
and Christ…I just want that little piece to just turn into sand slipping