Inside Out
I guess writing emo poetry wasn't a phase.
I swim alone
in a despairing ocean
salt water stinging my eyes
it's not tears, I swear..
It's just that
well, sometimes,
my heart cracks wide open
fault lines large enough
to swallow an entire city
my chest feels like
maybe there's a black hole inside
or a wormhole
sucking up every iota of meaning
teleporting it to nowhere
purposelessly consuming
until I am a negative number
sometimes I feel like floating on my back
while the sharks swim around
as I wonder how to make myself
more seal-shaped
induce a bit of salivating
because, I mean, really
if none of it matters
then why even watch, right?
close your eyes
and let the endless disintegration begin
the air around my skin
starts to feel more like a vacuum
ripping me apart
molecule by molecule
exploding from the inside out
but maybe
things might be better that way...
...inside out...
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies



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