if you listen intently,
you can hear my delicate heart shatter
and break into a million pieces
inside my hollow ribcage
like a lightbulb burning too bright.you can't feel it,
and you won't see it,
but you can tune in effortlessly
as the crystalline fragments
fiercely slice through the rest of my organs
like sharp silver knives.when you look closely,
you'll witness my light blue irises soften
and melt into syrupy teardrops,
like sparkling diamonds
on the blazing surface of the sun.you can't taste them,
and you won't sense them,
but you'll see them blend with the tears
that once dug into my flesh
and bloodied my skin
with their tragic descent.because you smile so sweetly,
you must notice the way my skin cracks
and achingly leaves behind
a thousand remnants of broken glass
all over this frozen land.you can't embrace it,
and you won't welcome it,
but you still rejoice as i take step forward
and my feet begin to bleed;
meanwhile my spine's changing avenue
with my remainder skeleton
easily collapsing, too.
YOU ARE READING
BEFORE THE STORM
Poetry𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌? | 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼 © 2019 |