Feeble
her heart is very feeble
after the swoon.
her ribcage fractured,
hanging,
smacking into her chest,
she searches for his fingertips,
the air inside her lungs
a bubbling fizz,
hissing and snapping
with her despair,
questioning
whether or not
she should go on.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
