when all the shadows shift

𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

there is a rapture
inside of my chest,
one you placed there
with fallen eyelids.
⠀
my hands grasp
at ghosts from my past,
hoping that one of them
will bathe me in honey.
these wounds of mine
I harbour inside
need treating.
⠀
but the silence
you wrapped me within
swallows me whole.
sets my teeth alight.
carves a hole into my chest.
⠀
even when I blink,
I still see remnants
of your skin
on my eyelashes.
I still feel tendrils
of your touch
on my ribs.
I still feel waves
of your love
crashing over me.
and I wonder
what made you
tear me open
and rip out my soul
from within.
⠀
thus begins
the rapture
inside of me,
destroying
everything
so carelessly.