I feel like there is a storm inside my ribcage.
The sun can reach through to no corners of myself,
And my heart struggles to stay afloat the torrenting waves.
I can feel the salt in my lungs,
And in my veins.
Suffocating in this hurricane that leaves my soul shipwrecked
with no survivors.
I'm sinking in the black void of the sea,
and I have long forgotten the taste of air in my lungs,
and I have not felt the warmth of light on my skin for so long,
And I have only seen the darkness of my heart,
And only felt the cold of the sea that has made its home in my bones.
The salt stings my eyes and every bleeding wound,
I bled from deaf ears the more I sank,
But what really leaves me shaken amidst the relentless storm
Is the fear of what happens when I stop sinking,
and reach the bottom.
