Beautiful, serene, peaceful.
It's quiet and void of life.
Calling to me with the voices of my mother and my past lovers.
My heart burns and my eyes burn and everything is on fire
It envelops me, holding me and soothing my pain
Until I feel like me again.
My lungs ache, my nose bleeds, my fingertips are turning blue and numb
and I can't feel anything anymore.
I scream and scream and scream until my throat is raw and the only sounds are my sobs
All is lost in the wind, the snow, the cold.
It holds me so tight I can't breathe.
I call out for my mother,
For her warm hugs and lipstick prints and stargazers.
And yet, it is only thesnowthewindthecold.
She belongs to the cold, and so will I.
YOU ARE READING
me and my brain
Poetrymy thoughts break me and tear me apart from inside and these are the last things to be remembered of me [poetry, huge trigger warning for all of it. enjoy the inner workings of my deteriorated mind]
