Hibernation

Minutes weigh me down.
Down.
Minutes weigh me down until I sink to the bottom.

Hours fill my bones.
Pressure.
Hours fill my bones until they are full to bursting

Days drag my skin.
Tension.
Days drag my skin until it rips at its seams.

Months fold me up.
Into a square of matter.

My skin stitches up
My sharp edges are rounded
I do not split open anymore

Hibernation