| chest pains |

i laid down on the

cold, hard, dusty floor.

no, not metaphorically

i'm laying on the floor

motionless and stiff.

i suppose i thought

doing this would relieve

the weight crushing me.

no, i mean the literal weight

that is pulling me down.

maybe i'm laying here

because i think that it's

almost poetic in a sense.

the tortured writer gives

up all hope and collapses.