My heart coiled itself up like a snake.
Each artery turned inside itself to form
Brittle scales and sharp teeth.
Trapped between this cage of bone drowning in marrow - I writhed and I squirmed. I mistook friends for enemies. My conscience for an anomaly.
Each vein burned and every cell screamed.
I bled conviction and I drank regret.
I swallowed each memory like a pill -
Tied to the thought that this would save me.
But, no. My heart burnt itself on a love too
Toxic for one person, let alone two, to break through.
It wasn't until I woke to calm seas that I realized you were bad for me.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
When to Say Goodbye
PoesiaThere is no timeline for grief and handling loss. This book has been written for that reason, and to show that every life is impressionable on another.
