Gravity: A Prose Poem

Wednesday Prose Poem: something about pressure…

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Stuck in between a thousand pound pebble and sandpaper — the rough and uncomfortable — legs and nerves defy movement, slip out of every intention of the words —

and contorted, the face with its rage and enmity painted in long lines of deep red, the pursed lips from swallowed insults — more than the average spine can take —