it’s a knife twisting slowly in my gut.
it’s the floor vanishing underneath me.
broken apologies bubble out of my mouth,
passions unfettered and emotions confused.
where sweetness blossomed,
a bitter taste is left.
foot tangled in my own net,
pushing, pulling, struggling -
but only really constricting.
panic swirls in my chest,
a sourness in my throat,
waves crashing around my head.
down, down, deep into the pit,
weighed down by blind stupidity.
— The End —