There's a cold,
sputtering flame
where my heart should be,
burrowing deep
and building a fortress
so tall
you cannot see its peaks
kiss the clouds.
A heavy weight
that's sat on my chest
since before I could breathe
is slowly becoming
a faded memory
as each chain link rusts
and falls free.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
There's a cold,
sputtering flame
where my heart should be,
burrowing deep
and building a fortress
so tall
you cannot see its peaks
kiss the clouds.
A heavy weight
that's sat on my chest
since before I could breathe
is slowly becoming
a faded memory
as each chain link rusts
and falls free.
