overthinking & everything is so much more painful that what it really is, but can’t think of anything else to say but this
i.
words are heavy
boulders in my stomach,
rumbling, twisting, and pressing
against skin and tissue
until i have been molded into
something new
ii.
a beast of all
my anxieties,
i am
iii.
anxious lines
worried into my bones,
carving away until
gooey marrow rises
up like meaty lava
iv.
red rings round
my neck like
bruising fingers
v.
--
heartbreak
weighing heavy on
your shoulders, crushing
breath from your accordioned
lungs, fish hooks buried deep beneath
the skin that tear your flesh from your
bones when loved ones lift you up, because
you cannot fathom the idea of being loved,
anymore, not if it leaves you both empty like
this, in the end, when the heart shatters you
both and leaves shrapnel buried in
both of your lungs, an aching
reminder of the hurt that
echoes each time
you try to
breathe,
again
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