Sensibility

I close my eyes and it feels as though my lungs are collapsing inside my chest. My ribcage fractures as it is compressed. My skin is tearing beneath my fingertips and I know that this is too far. There are no delightful little excuses. She would be so utterly repulsed and knowing this breaks my heart. I swallow this whole. It seems I broke down, let go, sold out. But I speak of months not irreparable damage. Collect myself together and allow myself to breathe. Perception is everything. "It is not how the world views you baby girl, but how you view the world" I await her with my pound of flesh.