crisp. surrounded by the flames that reflect my loneliness wrap me in this hot blanket of sadness and emptiness. the constant ringing of nothingness tears my ears apart. the shell of my body remains but slowly is torn apart by the knifes of suffrage. i can feel the singe of self love disintegrate. through this torture and evil, i still feel nothing. this has to stop, but why hasn’t it? I’ve been stuck in this off and on place of numbness.
“Are you okay?” a realization, the things constantly replaying in my sad mind reaching to the bottom of my heart to find the two words that retrieve my loneliness, “i’m fine.”