Wait for It

Ah there it is.

Your old friend has clawed its way out of the tombstone of your soul

You almost forgot you could feel before this

It claws its way out of your stomach and creeps up your spine

jealousy

anger

rage

Emotions flicker through your head like an old tape played one too many times

You feel it settle in your heart, this never ending agony, claws sinking in deep as if setting a claim

Oh then theres the despair

Now thats a mistress you are also much too well acquainted with

She comes in waves, from a dripping rain to a hurricane

It feels like saltwater on your cuts, an indescribable burn on wounds already far too deep, and oh god it aches

But then, as all things, do she fades away until its almost as if she was never there

So does the presence in your chest, it slowly retreats back into the deepest reaches of your soul, locking itself away until next time

but there will always be scars as a remembrance, a constant reminder, and most importantly a warning