Boundless

Pressure. 

Palms suffocating my mouth, 

Hands pushing down on my chest, 

Ribs, popping out at the seams. 

Hearing, my lungs 

Breathing, 

On their own, 

They've outgrown me. 

I'm sorry I couldn't stop

Black ashes from crowding your floors, 

Dusted core, 

Unhinged, a slightly fringed door

To a black hole, 

In which we sink, 

Quick, quickly, 

Quickening. 

Before I realize that you see me, 

You've seen me. 

Vulnerable; 

Discretion is lost. 

It is lost on me, 

But let me hold and, 

Host your body, 

Cradle me. 

Cradle me. 

Let me go. 

We were never here together. 

We were never here. 

Arlana Shikongo

April 5, 2015, 9:43pm