life
I'm falling— falling so far, I wouldn't even be able to begin to climb up.
It would be pointless, for I would die before even reaching halfway.
I crawl in circles of this dark pit, waiting for rain to drink— but it dries before reaching me.
I will die if I climb, die if I stay.
I won't try, because I will die anyway.
Copyright © Brittany Parrott | Year Posted 2025
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