Please turn your arrows away. I need the pressure to unleash through my pores. File away my sadness in the back of your mind until you slip up and remember. Everyone remembers. How could the world not remember what happened ? It’s eerie in so many ways- like the fog that creeps over the homestead. Lurking in a sea of smoke. Wrapping around me like a noose. Whispering words of suffocation down my throat until I become isolated. Lately, everyone has been showing me their own sort of trajectory. It’s exhausting and beautiful all at once- but all I want to do is outrun myself. I react like the pangs in my wrist from when I sprained it two summers ago- nothing ever heals properly if you push it too far. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dropping everything I try to carry. Im not punching brick walls anymore but I’m scraping my skin in cement as I crawl back to safety. If I ever get there I’ll throw away the parts of this world I hate and try to move on somehow. Move forward. Move at all. And I can’t fight the way I used to so please turn your arrows away. -AMT