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When I think about it

It brings a sort of heaviness in my chest, almost a crushing suffocating feeling. At the same time I can feel the blood in my chest flow scalding hot, through my veins and capillaries. They branch out across my chest and river into my neck, my stomach, my arms, everywhere. Spreading out like a gruesome constellation, that holds no beauty or wonder; only pain. Embers flicker off and get stuck in my throat when I try to breathe. Choking down small flames and soft coughs, the taste gets stuck on my tongue. Trapped in all the corners of my mouth, coating my gums, coating my teeth. A burnt taste of sorrow, greed, and regret linger. The regret blowing my palate, overpowering everything else on my taste buds. Seeping back into my blood stream through my tongue, restarting the endless cycle that burns right through me; relighting the fire in my chest.

It brings what feels like a tornado, crashing through my mind. A headache from the cracks it causes when it collides with the inside of my skull. Chipping away all my securities and safety nets as if they were nothing. Ripping through my lobes and tearing a trail that starts to look a lot like the outline of your name. Throwing every thought from my brain into the dark abyss that is forever nothingness. The cold of that darkness brings a chill to my skin while my blood runs wildfire throughout the inside of me. The fight between fire and ice that is entwined within me, a constant uphill battle.

08.03.23

D.M.🥀