Suicide Sky (SS 1)

a single breath.

For my beautiful girl, 50shadesoffuck, and a little bit for me.

Breath in. Breath out.

Look upon these scars with fond creases in the corners of your eyes.

Breath in. Breath out.

Feel the sturdy cement crack and the face bricks plummet as the walls of resentment you've built to surround you are shaken and jolted.

Breath in. Breath out.

Stop looking for the key to the shackles binding your wrists to the bed post.
Realise the shackles are all in your mind and you can get up at any time.

Breath in. Breath out.

Compressions in your chest signify your heartbreak.
Aching ribs struggling to contain this disintegrating life.
How are you still breathing?
Easily, I say.
For any slide down the slippery slope of depression and destruction is merely the discovery of a trampoline.
Use this devastation to launch yourself into things you could never have seen had you already been upon the summit of another hill.

You are of infinite purpose.

Breath in.

Lungs expand just as your mind.
Oxygen courses through these untainted arteries.
You can do anything remotely possible.

So, they broke your heart?

So what?

-out.