there’s pressure
beneath this existence:
splintering
the boarded up walls warping
the foundation
providing no security or time
to ask questions or
listen for answers.
only to see and know
what it is to exist. to breathe
what is right in front of you.
put your ear to my chest
just once before
it stops beating;
become familiar with the sound
of the world
coming to an end.
beside me // a.sm