Twilight Coming Down

I am exhausted 

In a way that I 

Can almost not describe--

Except that it aches 

And drowns 

And still, swims around 

Inside the cavity 

The deep hollow 

Of my chest.

I am holding myself 

Up by petals 

White magnolias 

Bruising--

Under the weight

Of my heart

The violet circles 

Around my eyes. 

I need to sleep

In a way not possible 

For a very

Long time. 

I breathe slow and 

So heavy--

The air nearly died 

In my lungs.

I don't know where 

This had begun 

But it never ended.

There is such violence 

Writhing 

Far within me. 

It is a necessary thing--

To make strength 

By any means

Where there is none.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Dramatic to the nth degree, thoughts cascading. Am trying to find the core reason for such deeply emotional words: body wracked, mind needing to calm - each and all encapsulated by and within the now become! Verbally explosive.