Oct 13, 2016
How it feels to love the wrong one
like gravel raining on you
as the morning shower.
like holding your own ashes and
watching it all slip out
of your grip, one
molecule at a time.
like eating fire and not the
marshmallow.
like the ground under a hoof.
like eating air for breakfast
lunch
and
dinner.
like finding your worth as nothing.
like being held captive in a hot air balloon floating away from the earth,
like taking your heart right out of your chest and
offering it to the wolves.
like dying with each heartbeat.
-N.S