Ribcage

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My heart stopped beating.

The earth stopped spinning.

The waves stopped crashing.

My soul stopped fearing.

"Let go of my daughter or so help me God I will murder you myself."

my mum's words were thunder.

and i was the rain.

because my tears started falling.

i

started falling

down

the strands

of

reds
  oranges
    yellows
       greens
        indigos
          blues
        violets
    and landing
    my heart into
   a pot of gold
 

                               - Linden Grace Nodin