I’m searching for daises in the cracks of my heart because someone told me there was beauty in a breakdown.







as i’m clenching the opaque moment of 4 a.m drenched





by my own tears, i lay next to the toilet vomiting






because i can’t get myself together. hours pass by and






my eye bags are as puffy as crinoline. my nose are as






red as hibiscus flowers. my face is as pale as snow.






every feeling I have attempted to suppress rises from






my stomach and into my throat like bile that mixes with






regret and spews onto the floor.

There is a shadow that lingers inches above me, and I can’t help but want to reach it up and pull it around me. I became a weight that dragged on those I care about, so I cut the rope and watched them float into the sky above me as I fell below. I’ve spent most of my life admiring stars, wishing I could possess or become one, but instead I became buried six feet deep and never saw them again.