she held a
bundle
of tantrums against
her face
about a week
ago and it
was disguised
as strings of
sarcasm and wit,
when all she
ever felt was
ashes against
her cheeks, salt
in her eyes, and
a fire within
her heart,
burning
burning
burning
her soul,
profoundly lost
within the depths
of her never-
ending
m i s e r y
YOU ARE READING
Breaths
Poetry❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015
