#mental struggle

“the girl with the hummingbird heart

is me.

it sounds like a beautiful companionship,

but it’s not.

there are no flowers in my chest;

their necks were snapped in The Trampling

by the muddy, spike-clad soles of

disingenuous relations past.

their decapitated heads have long since

decayed into the soil

that now fills my organs with

dirt and death.

nothing grows anymore—

there’s not enough air.

they took that with them too,

but they left this

poor,

silly little bird

whose wings are too strong

for me to break.”

—a metaphor of my anxiety

- d.c.