There are sink holes in my chest
by You Have My Word
I have breathed so deeply there are sink holes in my chest. I am falling into myself, coming apart in this void. I have pushed out so much air from my throat that it is no longer possible to exist here.
I am suspended between gravity, and ground I have not hit yet. I have disappeared with no warning where before I held up strong and sturdy. I crumble and I am gone. I am everywhere and nothing all at once. Emptiness taking up space never looked more possible than this.
They do not know that it was rock bottom to start with. Now craters exist where there used to be faith – deeper than indents, deeper than meteorites can dig into earth. I am a black hole within myself, sinking but still breathing… so deeply that there are sink holes in my chest.