Fingertips scraping against the heated concrete floor
Loose, malleable
Sprinkles of rock sticking to my exoskeleton
I must climb until I cannot feel my arms any more
Fingertips, still,
Digging into the concrete floor
30.
Memories flow through each bone
String through my joins, chain through my neck, clicking into one another
None belonging to me
You will be welcome soon.
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