implosion. that's what i'm afraid of. one day, i will get so angry that my insides will rupture and everything caged by my ribs and spine will just crumble to my toes in a shock of wild flames. unlike the phoenix, i will never rise again.
searing pain
ripping my heart into tiny pieces
no unconditional love could ever piece this back together.
endless and unrelenting
it scratches the surface of all things pristine
leaving scars and marks to last a lifetime.
smoke and fumes
flooding me with regret
damage done because i will always remember.
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