by The Dreamer
little stone, get out of my chest.
you are made up of the grease of guilt, the jaggedness of jealousy, the icteritious shade of indignance. you are little but you create a ripple and it spreads through every fibre of me like the ache in my tendons a day after intense exercise. you are unshakable and unbreakable and i want you out of my system, but flush and crush and push and you do not budge.
little stone, you know what you are. i do not want to name you specifically, because i do not want to fully acknowledge you. i am going to override you like a file on my laptop, i am going to talk over your noise, maybe polish you, and perhaps i won’t have to remove you at all – hopefully you will become a gem.