ari purkayastha/Fallen Alone
do you remember how your skin had mottled over her words?
you had thorns digging themselves out of your bones and vines crawling all around your throat, trapping the last remnants of their antipathy to fester in your lungs.
i remember you suffocating for days afterwards. days that were defined by your capability to distinguish the sunrise from sunset. days that were a motley mess of every sound that echoed loud enough in your skull to shatter mirrors. days that you still hold close to yourself, because she left roses at your door-
she who wooed your grief.
i wish you had seen those roses for the fault lines of your heart like she had intended. i wish you had seen those roses as anything other than hope.