this is what it feels like
to hold your life in your hands
and feel beneath your skull
a trigger and stand—
you stand because we all stand,
and we stand because we're living;
i stand because i have it all
but it's hard to keep me breathing
and you can feel your heart beat
to the rubatosis of your fears
that shaking, pounding beat
that no one seems to hear—
that shaking, pounding fear
to feed all of your tears,
that numb and hollow smear
on your heart's inner ear:
because there's nothing quite like
nothing to hold you still in place
when you're shivering and quaking and crying
and lost—drowning—in outer space.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
this is what it feels like
to hold your life in your hands
and feel beneath your skull
a trigger and stand—
you stand because we all stand,
and we stand because we're living;
i stand because i have it all
but it's hard to keep me breathing
and you can feel your heart beat
to the rubatosis of your fears
that shaking, pounding beat
that no one seems to hear—
that shaking, pounding fear
to feed all of your tears,
that numb and hollow smear
on your heart's inner ear:
because there's nothing quite like
nothing to hold you still in place
when you're shivering and quaking and crying
and lost—drowning—in outer space.
because there are absolutely no words to describe what it feels like.