the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Too much relational gravity can feel like surveillance, even when it’s care.

Remember that. ❤️

Don’t project that on me. I’m not upset in the least. There’s just a little moisture in my eye.

I’m fine.

Touch that is transportive, that takes you elsewhere.

Tender, full, generous, enveloping. Infusing spirit into deadened appendages. The feeling they lacked seemed abstract, but now, alive.

Insatiable. Like rain soaked soil pretending it did not need water.

It was just a random invitation. She didn’t think accepting it would have such a heavy cost. When it was all over, she wondered, was it all a dream?

A lack of vitality is the norm and spiritless individuals roam… where can we call home?