*

I feel the betrayal
of things I'd never do
and words I'd never dare to dream of
seep into my ribs
sliding from their porous surface
to the marrow inside.

I feel cold wind
enveloping me and tilting me backwards
my eyes closing slowly
as I struggle for breath;
that breath does not come
naturally
but it should
should it not?

I let soundless sobs
echo against the walls of my mind
and I mourn
mourn
for the friendships
already in the graveyard
preparing the holes
for the standing ones too.

When the blood you created
turns into water
it starts howling at you.