it blooms in her chest
as her heart begins to pound,
consumed by darkness,
she gasps for breath
but the blooming clouds
in her chest
cave her lungs
and she sputters smoke.
she feels her body fracture,
cracks running along
her porcelain figure,
her vision splintering
as she struggles to
keep her focus while
looking through the web
of broken glass.
jumping up with a start
she stumbles out of bed,
falling to her hands and knees
on the carpeted floor.
breathlessly, she collapses
onto her side,
tears leaking from the corner
of her eye into the carpet
as sobs wrack her body.
"it was all my fault."
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
