Shattered, like a mirror, in so many pieces.
The reality crashing in, like a wave of unseeming destruction.
I take a step, but instead of forward, I feel myself lean back.
Words choke in my throat and grab my tongue, invoking silence.
The cage around my heart tightens and doesn't let go.
But instead, squeezes tighter with each word from your mouth.
I hear them, but they leak out in jumbled phrases, and I try to comprehend.
My anxiety flees and all that is left is the fury of hellfire.
Bright, red, flames.
How did you do this? Why did you do this?
Those three precious words you tell me seem more like daggers
Slicing my hands, my heart, my eyes.
So precious and sweet, turned painful and cold.
Icy, with no feeling.
I want to comfort you, take hold of your face and hug out the ache,
Wanting to tell you it will be ok, and I will be there, but, I can't.
The knives are too dug too deep, and your touch feels, slimy.
Fire and ice, comfort and disgust, sacrifice and pride.
I can't work away how I feel or what I feel.
I just hurt. Everywhere. And there is no cure to soothe it.