The crack in her chest has gotten bigger.
Now it's becoming something else entirely.
A cavity maybe,
Or even a gaping hole.
Things are starting to come out.
Dead and alive,
But what do I do ?
She can't be sewn back together now,
There's to much open to close her up, she must stay exposed to the world that will destroy her and her very being that is trying to escape her.
For now the open cavity that has her risking it all must stay that way.
A risk.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
