Muscles ache,
another night kicking myself over
something I said.
or should have.
Anxiety eating at the marrow of my bone,
my blood slows.
To see your face again would be a
happy torture to my dying heart.
A few pulses from the shock,
an emotional AED
fusing life into my small vessel.
The candle of light in my lungs getting too smoky for themselves.
Suffocating.
My brain like a time bomb
ticking with thoughts of deprivation
just seconds from explosion.
My body is a sinking ship,
but the captain no longer lives in my skull.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
Muscles ache,
another night kicking myself over
something I said.
or should have.
Anxiety eating at the marrow of my bone,
my blood slows.
To see your face again would be a
happy torture to my dying heart.
A few pulses from the shock,
an emotional AED
fusing life into my small vessel.
The candle of light in my lungs getting too smoky for themselves.
Suffocating.
My brain like a time bomb
ticking with thoughts of deprivation
just seconds from explosion.
My body is a sinking ship,
but the captain no longer lives in my skull.
formerly titled "emotions saver"
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