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a skeleton

All you needed was to tell me sorry and to tell me why you did all those unspeakable things. And I would be okay. My heart would stop wrenching and my voice would stop getting caught in my throat as it begged for just another breath to keep it alive. But you've knocked the wind out of me each and every time, when I never saw it coming. I would fall on my knees and as the blood inside of me broke, so drowned my soul. Little pieces of it fell away and left behind only the skeleton of the person I once was.


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