Weight

Weight rested against my ribs with a whirlwind of shame entangling my hair, swaying scarce vegetation, and caressing the matted fur of dead rodents. Fenced into a concrete playground of abandoned buildings and broken glass. Noxious gas emitting from unknown, untended, brass pipes are not as intoxicating as the sun filtering through the cracks. Left to my own devices, my legs have went from four to two - standing. No longer mindless, but well aware of my eagerness to escape. To trudge through back-allies to the end of damage done, and run across pavement from sidewalk to sidewalk. To find the place that has been untouched from the beginning, and skip into its fields with glass stuck in my heels.