I wish I didn't make mistakes
today guilt rode at the center of my chest
not a well-constructed sphere of nothing
no, a moth-eaten empty gash with edges that felt paper thin
like they could
collapse into a true hole in a moment
in the time it takes to clench a jaw or
scrape a knuckle along rough stone
and it sucked in fat and ribs from all around to fill itself
to stave off emptiness
and it’s the sucking that hurts,
that puts the pressure on your heart and lungs
it’s the vacuum that bites and pulls
and guards growling at the core of you
sometimes, if you stare it squarely in the eye
it will relax its jaws and let black sorrow seep out, softly
and it’s a mark of how the guilt can twist
that this will feel like flower’s touch
instead of fist
Posted Aug 27, 2019, 4:19 PM UTC
This is really good, and I love how were able to get me to feel how a mistake can feel like the end of the world.
Thank you!