by Skye Cabrera
reality is a grievance
i carry
a huge rock
sitting on top of me
i feel crushed
and trapped
for i am atlas
and it is the heavens
i feel it crack
my back
and leave a stain
on my brain
i try to grip it
but it continues
to
slip
and
weigh
some days
i wish for it
to simply
crush me
for it's easier to
lay broken
than to
hold on