Surrender.

I push myself that hard to the edge of things because it gives me a kind of relief to be pressed against it all

The way my skull presses itself at the back about to tear nerve by nerve

The way my arms reach from end to end stretching my lungs to explosion

The way my legs pull until it breaks open my gut in mid air

As I imagine it all, it is only a relief

A thought to sleep to, a place to linger,

A tear so deep within from neuron to neuron

that it pains to every ounce of graceful numbness..

And I can all, only but surrender..

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