Retracted

Fleshed out like a hide pulled tight
Over the breadth of substance
Beyond
The point at which
It could hold the weight
Of the burden I’d placed upon it
Out of my hands it slipped
Ratracting upon itself
Leaving me standing
Stock still empty
Handed
And staring through
My own condensed breath
As it too dissipated
Into the late night
Dark black
Cold

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