A feeling slides down
my brain and seeps into my heart,
or maybe it’s a soul,
and floods my senses.
It bleeds from my heart
until I feel it in my fingers and toes
and it moves out through my soft skin.
Maybe I’m not okay.
A feeling slides down
my brain and seeps into my heart,
or maybe it’s a soul,
and floods my senses.
It bleeds from my heart
until I feel it in my fingers and toes
and it moves out through my soft skin.
Maybe I’m not okay.