the soul sat there
a hollow shell
a soft layer of dust gathering
absent of all light

it’s dark in here
i often wonder if i’m breathing
am i hearing my bones fall apart
the shards falling against walls

they tell you to trust the fire
but the flames charred my mind
left behind a rubble
the concept of trust turned to ash

i’ve become my own antagonist
unable to process care
constant disbelief in others
my demise was always inevitable

how long have I been asleep
lying with my eyes
desperately holding onto life
leaving a blank space where my existence once laid

death hasn’t claimed me yet
but the emptiness has
so i go through the motions
and wonder if i’m breathing

Straddled my mind until I am confined; the way you see the world in kaleidoscope as I gazed into your eyes, a bright lad on a quest to conquer the unseen future.
Tonight, we will be sailing on our dreams where we could just be Us.
You have set my soul on fire and electrified my desire.
#RitzWrites
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What we desire
after midnight is seldom
good for the spirit

9:13 PM
7/3/20

Midnight claustrophobia dreams,
                           where the charcoal
suffocation presses on my chest.

My expiration has no date of
                elapsing.

But the animation of my expiration
            still lingers,
and I hold on to that moment.

You are my collection of recollection,
            and in the onyx covering
  that the luminosity clings too,


we suffocate on every


                  exhalation of the other.

You never knew what was in that safe
it was only opened at midnight
and when it was
the whole house would cry

except for you
you were quiet
steady.

You focused on your breath
just like she taught you,
it didn’t fix things
but it made things survivable.

Another day
another prayer,
don’t let him hear you cry.