My nails scrape for an edge— a lip— a crack to anchor me to, but the walls are as smooth as Willy Wonka’s bubble room and I’ve lost all sense of direction.
I feel cold inside. Like a thousand little pieces of my soul have shattered and scattered within my mind. My sunlight hides behind rolling clouds.
I see the love we share and the pain you cannot hide. Everything's so clear when your hand encircles mine. No joy of mine can compare to the thrill of your embrace.
I’ve pushed her deep within; hidden behind organs and bones. I add an extra lull to my laugh, plaster a smile to my cheeks. She is stuck with no hope for survival.
Crickets belt their final notes as the echo of birds Whisper to the trees filling the night. I hear the crackle of leaves as they crunch beneath my feet. I hear the hush of the world as it surrounds me.
I give strength to you in your darkest night. I know the pain, fought back my sorrow. I watched you fall, helped pick your bloodied palms off the ground.
We may not be tied together by blood but I know you as my sister. You are the one who laughed through life sharing with me your secrets.
You mask your bruises with that perfect life; the big house, the fancy car, loving husband. We see you.
This is how it is, and it’s not going to change. The choice is up to you and that is where I lose
I feel black inside, like a pot on the verge of bubbling over.