3/10/11

Separating
By Chrissy Robinson


The guilt crushes me
Pressing down on my chest until all the air leaves my lungs
And I lie there, deflated, watching it go
Knowing I did this to myself and there is
Nothing
That can possibly bring it back.
And then come the tears
Flooding me until I drown.
But how can you drown when you weren’t even breathing?
My throat catches and I feel my heart,
Stuck there.
Waiting for me to throw it up
Because I won’t need it anymore.
And now one million five hundred twelve thousand images
Flash through my head until I can’t see.
It doesn’t matter if I go blind
Since all the beauty has left the world
And the colors all separated from the lines
And ran down the pages like water
And turned everything into shades of gray.


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Chrissy loves laying on her floor and letting her brain do it's thing. She also loves her dog.