a heavy home
my heart is so tight it's silver strings shiver themselves into a crescent like knot, pulsing with orchestrated lightning
the metal floats within my core and names my bones porcelain
my body gives way to the metal moon and basks in its frigid light,
embracing its weight and the comforts that come with being tangled
the sea of tears and the sea of sweat crash against my skin
filtering through me in slow-motion.
I begin to quietly sink, making the sparkling surface whole again.
Flecks of foam hug my shoulders once I fully submerge myself into him.
I leave nothing behind but my remaining breath.
i wasn't expecting you
seconds flee me as grains of sand filtering through my clasped hands, falling to the edge of what I have just recently realized.
Everything moves faster.
The end is nearing
and approaches my naked back like the night shadows- quiet and invisible.
talking to you
He wrapped his thoughts like a present for her,
his kind words rested at the bottom of a naples-yellow colored box and were tied together by an emerald green ribbon.
She opened them, and what a gift they were.
i whispered what-ifs to the pillow case beside me and continued to breath into the empty room.
what do you do when you feel lonely or when you feel small?
do you hang up the phone? do you wipe your eyes and fan them with a postcard that was sitting on your desk? do you ask a stranger for a hug? do you run around outside like a crazy person? do you cut your hair? do you turn off the lights? do you watch a movie or read a book?
i should have asked you to come over.
a little pond and a little sky