I slip
and it aches
small
against the universe.
No worse
than the day
before
and yet
when did it become
all moments?
A breath
I struggle to make.
My air
refusing
to leave it's home
without a fight.
My fall from grace
beautiful
in its simplicity.
But still it aches
as I slowly
come undone.
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