Deteriorating
It’s like withdrawal.
Feelings clutch at my chest like they’ll squeeze my lungs fully
before ripping them from my ribs.
Restless and tired,
ruminating thoughts I’ve been left with.
I feel myself deteriorating—
lost in something out of reach,
falling into pieces of a dream
past its expiration date.
It’s been so long now
and I realize I have never been this empty,
desperately hungry for something I’ll never have.











