some silences are deafening
in a way that makes your chest tremble
during sleepless nights and lightless days,
filled with countless what ifs and dying hope –
i miss her.
some silences are deafening
in a way that makes your chest tremble
during sleepless nights and lightless days,
filled with countless what ifs and dying hope –
i miss her.
something is sitting on my chest this morning –
it won’t let me get up, and it makes my coffee hard to swallow –
i’m trying, but it’s heavy
and stuck above my stomach
it brings me foggy thoughts and
darkens my surroundings
is it the bedsheets? is it your ghost?
if i get rid of it, where does it go?