i said:
our hearts are in cages;
bony enclosure through which
we see but
do not feel.and we have no say
in the creation of our
bodies, i know;but will it not be
better for us to become
u n r e s t r a i n e d?you said:
no,
for then we cannot
breathe.
our chests will fall open
and our lungs will
try; expand and
contract
but it will not be enough.
we need these cages
to protect us.i think
i broke this cage myself:
no, your violent
pounding did not b r e a k
me.i trusted myself and
that is why my
r i b s
fell open,
vulnerable to your
screams;and i could not breathe.
gasping,
inandoutinandoutin
andout
in
and
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14