"Only the bitterness can give in to the bitterness; and biterness isn't considered dull, opaque, or desolation. It just shows you that beauty can be in every of thing and in every of one." - Marina Maher
Your blood gushes
through your heart.
Can't you hear that?
Your emotions seep
and destroy every living molecule
in your body.
Can't you feel that?
Your skin tries
to escape its home
for you have boiled
with rotten customs.
Can't you see that?
That isn't surprising
that you aren't tucked
in your bed
at 3:09 a.m.
listening to your heart beat,
feeling each pump in your arms
and neck,
or tracing each rhythm
of your breath
and how your chest heaves
up,
down,
up,
down,
down,
down,
down–
up.
Want to know a secret?
You have a heart.
Want to know another secret?
This one's pretty obvious.
You don't even know how to use it.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁