by Saahil V Patwardhan ·
Shoulders.
Breaking, aching, grouching, slouching.
Humerus, clavicle, scapula, deltoid.
Never upright; if so, rarely.
They’re always slumping, just barely.
Feels like burning, churning, turning,
yearning to feel relief.
I wonder if it’ll ever come,
I think I’m just being dumb.
Someone asks me, “why so glum?”
I tell them I’m disintegrating:
Crumb by crumb.
Saahil is a happy and optimistic 14-year-old. He enjoys learning about science and writing. In his spare time, he likes reading books and singing. He finds pleasure in many outdoor activities such as badminton, basketball, and cycling with friends.
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