my chest a small cage. everything held. nothing safe. ribs are not beams. air is not structure. i move careful to keep from caving. your cold night face fragile in my hands of memory. stuffing fills a space. it does not stop a fall.
my chest is a small cage is inspired by @sensewords.bsky.social
#Prompt 184
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