this thing they call love. i thought we were floating, somewhere inside a silver lining. now it feels pricked, losing altitude. i'm plummeting. i can't breathe. something within me beginning to burst. pressure. aching. rupture. i feel as though destiny is shutting me out and turning me down but sending you steaming ahead. maybe my perspective is sullied because i fell first. i close my eyes and open them and everything is clearer because i am closer to it but i haven't moved. suddenly i'm not falling anymore. everything is still in motion, but i have stopped. everything is coming to hit me. it seems everywhere i turn something is hurtling at me to bruise and tear and hurt. you can't even pull me up and out because now you are 10000 miles away and further than ever.
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phoenix mckenna © Fri. 20 April, 2001