Staring out at the snow dusting the ground,
Cheeks wet,
Lips pulled down with the weight of disappointment.
Collapsed on the floor,
Salty drops hitting the kitchen tiles,
Voice splitting into a scream.
Stomach and heart aching,
Their voice playing as the video loops again and again,
A blur of colors through the shimmering veil of sadness,
Raining down in burning hot drips.
The pillow is soaked through,
The faint sound of someone knocking on the door,
Lost in the sobs taking over the body curled under blanket after blanket,
Drowning.
Sinking.
I need to relearn how to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
The More I Try to Forget, the More That I Remember
PoesíaPoetry for the Soul. All pictures are taken and edited by me, unless otherwise credited. All writings are my own works, and if used, must be properly credited.
