Diana Slabinschi
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

Diggin’ in the past

To find my weight as a reflection

Of all the steps I took towards

Where I am now

The tension in the veins

Pulsating

To feel lines collapsing

Into my skin

As my heart feels bare and petrified

It drags me down,

Until your arrow

Will hit me

Into the center

To destroy

The cage they all built around it..