the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

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.

Everyone must be aware of their position in the show.

Don’t be distracted by presumed importance. You are a cog in the innards of the machine. To be utilized, not seen.

Anything that draws you in, so powerfully, can’t be good.

Think twice, before giving in to the pull.

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.

❤️ Love ❤️

It was not love.
And it was not obsession.

Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.

But I do not have to play into the fantasy.

I’m actually free, to do as I please.