{"sf1_id":2153798,"sf2_id":"dmBwvq2n","title":"//still-life// (wip)","author":"VintageTheBat","words":148,"posted_at":"2024-07-14T02:35:31.000Z","tags":["Depression","Experimental","Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2153798-still-life-wip","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBwvq2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/19/5a/195af5a4-a5b7-49ed-9a47-a7b331bd4a92","description":"i was feeling some kind of way, wip","content":"revision #1\n\n//still-life//\n\nput myself together every morning  \nsee the dust motes floating  \nshedding my years away  \nhow long can my body hold this shape  \nretained under so much pressure  \nunder air so heavy  \nevery breath's an exertion  \nmove  \ndo my little routines  \npassing time  \nmove through life  \nand pretend I still have places to be  \n_(god)_ please put me back in the box gently  \nwhen you're done playing with me\n\nfirst draft //lifeless//  \n  \ndo you have to put yourself together every morning  \nsee the dust motes floating  \nshedding my years away  \nhow long can my body hold this shape  \nretained from being under the pressure of everything around it  \nunder still air  \ndo my little routines  \npassing time  \nmove through the world of the living  \nand pretend i still have places to be  \nplease put me back in the box gently  \nwhen you're done playing with me","series":{"name":"thoughts (poems)","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2153846-storm-on-the-wing.json"}}