It's like breathing with one lung or trying to tie your shoes after drinking enough coffee to send you into a tumbling mess. It's like feeling everything at once or nothing at all because no matter if you spit the loss or swallow, you still chew in between. Loss gets stuck on your teeth like popcorn kernels or the skin of an apple and it doesn't leave unless you floss and oh, you always bleed, darling. It's like nothing you will ever feel again because loss is unique like the pair of shoes you found at the thrift shop and wore down until you tripped because the heel tore open and you bled- love, you will always, always bleed.
Time heals all wounds and stops all bleeding, but sometimes the bones don't set right.
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