force

Forces strain the whole way down
drips pushed into the ground
eyes are heavy, crushed by lids
lips turn down among the kids
skin droops like aging stress
volume escapes in every breath
gravity is clasping down on me
if eyes could open, they would see

Skeleton in me

White cage, dry and composed of dust,
protruding out through my bust.
Constructed larger then one needs,
these pale structures are my seeds.
Told I would grow around them all,
but I never could get that tall.
Everything I am made to do,
I can't, for nothing else grew.