the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Does your shadow bring forth good qualities? Or does it always mean trouble?

I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.

My spirit couldn’t stomach it any longer.

The biodome of authenticity condemns you.

Once you step inside, it skews your view.

Mutual recognition of dysregulation should not be mistaken for intimacy.

Two mirrors reflect back infinity.

The body knows, before the mind registers familiarity.

A twist of the intestines, a shortness of breath, an ever so slight lean forward, all signal somatic relevance within the field.