It starts in the chest…
a little hollow, a little heavy.
In a walk-jog manner
picking up speed so fast, it skips over the lump in my throat.
Crash lands into soft flesh…
A little empty, a little crammed
in full throttle
with no signs of slowing down, it marmalizes my grooves and ridges.
Setting sail without a word…
a little relieved, a little hurt
in a sluggardly manner
makes its way down, down to the kickback.
The dilemma of decisions
I can feel the sweat from my brows, gathering at the tip of my nose, leaving my body and falling. I’m watching it free fall, trying if I can see it reach the bottom, listening for a splatter. I don’t hear it reach the bottom. My heart is pounding right out of my chest. I’m barely holding on with my feet buried in the gravel.
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INFJ