mr-eric

laying coiled hands nearly trembling the gravity of pain wrenching and tearing slowly unsteady breath, a racing mind this is heartbreak. broken, shattered, reviled. years since having examined myself thoroughly scarcely a semblance of me just some zombie shell no spine and no will this is heartbreak. alive merely out of habit. arteries of cold viscous fluid where once warm blood flowed my heart pounding, slowly throbbing the bones of my skeleton vibrating atmospheres continue multiplying this is heartbreak. ragged breath burning my nostrils cacophonous echoing a distant laugh, a truck passes burying myself to hide my shame unable to continue, unwilling to not the fabric of time itself torn asunder this is heartbreak. doing my worst, I cannot uproot some glimmer in a distant beam seeking relief in an end washing my face in the guilt felt for those who never wished to see despite my want to show this is heartbreak. can I not simply exhale from life, in hopes to inhale into something less frightening if only a deeper breath I could take maybe I could finally let go here though, I'll remain in this heartbreak. © 20230611 EJS