bursts

falling//fell//replace

don't you love how they all left when you were falling, but came running when you fell?

your fingers curled around the barbed wire walls, clawing for more to cling to but always coming short

i've never seen a city crowd disperse so fast in my life

but once you hit the ground—oh! well they were on you like mosquitoes to exposed flesh

or maybe more like vultures swarming over their roadkill, hulking over your ever beautiful face, looking for gossip and creepy stories and finally something interesting to talk about at dinner

i don't know.

either way, you were dead, and they just watched it happen. just looked, gasped, screamed a little, and watched

looked, gasped, screamed a little, watched

mirrored glass breaks, my fist bleeds.
a bouquet of flowers dries and decays, my hand aches from crushing their petals over and over and over.

i replace them both, but i can never replace you

hi, i'd just like to state that i have no experiences with suicide or grieving someone close. so this is just my brain coming up with ideas from one scene of a movie and me running w it.

also wow look at me writing poetry consistently [mind implodes]. ikraam i'm blaming this on u bc ur one of the three people that i know consistently read this.

lmk what u think (i rlly do find criticism helpful, so if you've got any, don't hold back). have a nice day/evening/night !