lie down in the middle of the room
imagine your bones are soup
a slip of green like split pea
then try to breathe through them:
choke on the air that no longer exists
in the lungs your bones do not contain.
this is what trusting someone again,
I also dabble with poetry prompts on Instagram. Follow me there, @graceblackink, for more daily poetry and to play along. Do you dabble in wordplay as well? Let’s create!
Love and Ink,
image by Matt Adamik Photography