Drunk Junkie.

The art of disappointing  yourself by hurting the ones you think you love.

Your insides feel heavy.
Your lungs feels pressed by iron.
Iron seems like a curse.
The curse is heavy.

image

The iron moves upward.
Chokes you.
A feeling is circling around your neck.

The feeling grows fingers.
The fingers grab your neck.
The pressure
Stabs your breath.

And you thought you loved them.
And you still think you do.

This life is heavy.
Let’s float instead.

In isolation.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s