Hold

i crawl on two hands. my legs

to hold us up gave out in the

end. i look down. legs were

not what i was standing on. my

hands that held you were attached

to the arms holding me steady. there

was nothing to carry you with. i

couldn't feel you run away. i'd

held myself up for so long. i

couldn't feel you run away,

terrified of the girl who had

arms for legs