Sag

by Mae Grey · 20/01/2026
Published 20/01/2026 14:06

He didn't have bones.

Just a heavy, sudden shift

against my ribs.


His shoulder in my armpit

felt like a bag of wet sand.

The gravel crunched.


Gravity works harder after midnight.

It pulls at the belt loops

and the skin under the eyes.


I can feel it in my spine now.

A dull, rhythmic ache.

#bodily sensation #ghost #gravity #grief #midnight

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