awful [poetry]

gas mask

I can't bare to lose you. The thought of it makes my stomach turn and my hands shake like an earthquake coming up through the floor of the Bermuda Triangle. I watch your eyes as you watch me fall asleep in your arms and I grip you tighter, terrified that if I look away you'll be taken from me. Your hands are my home now and your voice is the only stability I have within the ranges of my mental health. Feel free to go if you want, but just know that you are my gas mask in this world of radiating sadness.