FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)

shipwreck

there is a hurricane forming inside my ribcages and i feel like the sails of my heartstrings are ripping in the harsh winds. the unsteady waves is rocking the damned ship and my rationality is coming off course. my insides are threatening to retch out and spill on the floor of my room, spill the tsunami waves raging amidst my brain and have it drown me and choke me to death. there is an anchor weighing me down to my bed and i can't can't can't get up and i'm going to stay here forever.

i am a shipwreck waiting to happen,

and i suppose i should walk off the plank than stay on this wretched boat.