My bones feel heavy and
my skin presses tight into my
cold, purple sheets.
There is a knot tearing at the center of
my chest.
Arteries pump blood like fire to my heart and I fear it may combust.
Burn me up like an incinerator,
flames engulf every part of who I am,
dragging everything around me
into the implosion, spitting out
Ashes of what could've been.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
My bones feel heavy and
my skin presses tight into my
cold, purple sheets.
There is a knot tearing at the center of
my chest.
Arteries pump blood like fire to my heart and I fear it may combust.
Burn me up like an incinerator,
flames engulf every part of who I am,
dragging everything around me
into the implosion, spitting out
Ashes of what could've been.
