I’ve been walking around
With a broken
heart
For as long as I can remember--

But I think
everyone
has.

I think everyone carries
              sadness
Inside their bones
Like a
second shell
of cartilage,

Like a bird
thrashing its wings
against
a cage,

Like crickets vibrating
hollowly
against the
darkness,

it consumes us

Piece
by
                  piece.

We aren’t sacks of
flesh
but
bags of
longing,

                  Hopelessness

Held together by
blood
bones
The flutter of
                   thoughts,

The pulse of wind
rushing
through

nothingness.