can you feel it? that rumble. the electricity that stems from your brain into the beating house in your chest.
have you broken in, or have the windows just shattered? do the frames hold still when hurricanes are stirring in my chest?
have the floorboards opened, cracked into my ribs? has my mind gone knocking with no one to answer the door?
can you feel it?
suddenly not. maybe just for a moment when everything's erupted. maybe my nerves have split and this house has shot splinters down my spine. i can't feel it.
the pain that drowns my chest and seeps into my throat; breaking out my eyelids. i can't breathe. i can't feel it.
eyes red and my scalps been torn by its own hair in my palms. can't i feel this? am i alive when all i can feel is but a subtle tremble in my feet and finger tips?
am i alive or just all alone?
can you feel it? aren't you home?
maybe you left this house when the rumbles began. maybe when the windows shattered.
i think i feel it, now.
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FORGOTTEN: A Collection of Peoms
Poetryand i think you forgot me. not before i loved you, not after the heartache. not in the brightest of times, not even in my deepest depths. i think you forgot me, not when i was whole, but maybe when i was so ungodly torn in memories i can only now fa...
