the words that spilled out of your mouth spun themselves into thread, shiny and neat, perfectly woven together. they were flawless, they were beautiful, and i admired how ethereal they were.
but then they pushed through my chest and began wrapping themselves around my heart and lungs.
and i couldn't breathe anymore, it was like a hand had slammed against my delicate throat. and the pain of strings, wrapping themselves around my lungs with a tight grip, was unreal. and i couldn't scream anymore, it was like someone was twisting and cutting my heartstrings. and the pain of tiny strands, squeezing and squeezing at my exhausted, tiny heart, was unbearable. and they cut through the muscle, and i could no longer feel a thing. and then it was all over. so over.
