The Truth
I’m pretending to be ok, but I’m anything but. My heart, once so full and vibrate that it pumped gold throughout my body leaving a warm glow against my skin. Has now been reduced to a dull thump, that forces coagulated sludge throughout my body dimming all sources of my light.
I laugh and I smile and pretend that I’m doing just fine, but what goes unseen is the heart rock that I’ve swallowed. Silently stealing my joy, and constricting my every breath.
Anger rises from the depths of my soul heating the worm tea that’s coursing through my veins. This fire burning my soul maybe my only hope of survival; as it cauterizes my senses and leaving me numb.
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