The stone rock cliffs,
We jumped off of in the middle of summer,
That made my heart sink,
Like solid stones,
When the air bubbles up alone,
There's people watching,
The downing myself,
The way the faucets drip,
But the surface of the water rips out, just enough of my chest,
To wake up and find myself on the shore coughing the memories up,
Heaving as my body bones ache and my heart gets left in the bleeting water to sink,
Falling down the kitchen sink.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
