I collapse onto the bathroom floor
its a twisting, claw gripping, feeling right underneath my xiphoid
I suck in... yet it pulls out
LIFE pulls out
Energy, YOUR energy is being ripped from me
Your energy that I have absorbed over all these years
is now
LEAVING
Hurt is
unfathomable, unbearable, life sucking
my body wanting to collapse in
upon this hole that is being tortuously carved
in my soul by your death
I can't move
only grip my sides
nails digging into to my skin
laughingly trying to counter the pain of your
LIFE
Leaving
me
About the Creator
Lyndsey A
Passion for good. Goddess. Continually growing. Lover of Animals. Grey, blurred lines. Creative.
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