shards.
there’s a significant difference between the feeling of shards of broken heart under my ribs & feeling that it’s being crushed & constricted beneath my lungs.
i force myself into situations where i’ll think of you as you are now, stamping through local cemeteries where most people have simply fallen asleep, plots of muddy & slumped flowers weighted by ice. i’m waiting to feel where my heart is. is it causing the uncontrolled & involuntary vibration in my sternum, just under the surface of my chest replacing a visible pulse, & when will it break over my ribs like shell fragments or puked up nails instead of rattling like teeth in a mason jar?
where is it? where are you?
