I hate this heavy waiting
that sinks bone-deep
through skin.
It sleeps inside me
denser than dreams
like stones
settling in my hollow places.

Each intake of breath
opens a cavern.

I try to float by holding air
But acidic weight dissolves
my inner layers.
I am imbedded in rock
loose, and trembling.

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by Amillah Sescon Rodil is in her 6th year of college, taking up subjects not related to her course. She says she's currently trying to find her voice.