Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

catching feelings

There's a fish hook in my chest
I'm not sure how it got there
But somehow it got caught here.

There's a fish hook in my chest,
A catch in my lungs,
A snag in my breath.

I thought I could ignore it.
Ignore the way it's caught on my ribs and at this point I dont know if I should pry it from my chest or let it live under my skin.

I try to pull it loose but my eyes sting and I'm starting to believe this fish hook is a part of me.

I didn't mean for it to get caught here.
But now perhaps it was meant to be here?
Ive grown quite fond of the fish hook in my chest.
I think that I will miss it when its gone.