Dread and me

It. Something. Feeling it. Like I want to hold my chest. Hang on, to myself, to my mother. Step into cement and stand there. Let it dry, in my boots, around my ankles, over my toes. Squidgey at first, but cold. Dive right in, inhale, deep, deeper. Lets all stay here, in now. Keep in this second of togetherness, none of us dead yet, or tomorrowing. Sorrowing. Borrowing more moneying.
Bored of this. Of writing this. Over and over. Round and round. Faster and faster until