anatomical

.

I heard your screams fill the hollow space

four walls echoing your pain

and the trembles of your body were that of my own

those heavy tears felt on my skin

deep scars sliding as if silk

under rigid fingertips

I didn’t judge, didn’t speak

just soaked that sorrow

like the dry, cracking ground

drinks the last drops

of a long_awaited rain

hoping I could rise and grow

from the things you have given me

even if what you gave

was your lowest

I still made myself

hear

feel

and soak it all in

I took in the tides

so that one day_ I could still be a river

for those that needed me there

.

.