The Thought of It
This thought has overgrown my mind
forcing branches down my throat
puncturing my lungs and
leaching the oxygen.
It’s roots rip through my arms and legs
and seep into the ground
planting us in place.
Now, I am the thought
and the thought is me
and we are unmoving.
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