There’s a lump, a weight clinging to my collarbone.
I’ve only just realized that it is my heart,
who is desperately trying to free herself from my chest cavity
that caved in after absorbing the weight of our last breath.
Salted tear drops sting as they trickle down heartstrings to
form watercolor style stains on the lungs
as they desperately heave, begging for oxygen that is not there.
My feet on the road beneath me that now sparkles with a
shattered soul, shards glinting like little eyes watching me from below.
But those diamond blue eyes mean nothing to me.
They are nothing to meticulously crafted dark honey
sat in shining glass bowls of the only one I allowed to see through me.
The echoes of old wounds snap at me like jaws of angry wolfhounds,
and to stop my organs bleeding from their bites I will pack the wounds
with adhesive, and bandage them with old photographs from a time
we weren’t so damaged. He caught glints of silver and white
from the time capsules in my mind, thinking they were
something special though it was just the sour taste of lime.
Silver could be beautiful but he is gold and obsidian
carefully tended to by Spirits that dare not leave one scratch.
There’s a lump, causing chaos in my throat.
It is just my heart, and so I clench my jaw and
grind my teeth to keep her in but every so often
bits of her leak out through my nose.
She forces her way to an escape only to form a
blushing puddle of anxious love on a perfectly clean shirt.
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