ExPain

Suffocate-ing

crushed is my chest

unearthed is my pain

scathing, unable to escape…

tiny breaths

immerse this turbulence

 

“But I’m holding on for dear life”

only to relinquish this unfinished phase of time

Torture, rapture, capture

the broken, granular pieces as they trickle down the prickled surface of my heart.

Torn apart it was

as this crushed chest

expressed

pain.

 

 

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