semacdonald

i feel as though
the two halves of my brain
are seperating.
creating a sort of rift in my being,
a mariana trench in my mind.

you are at the bottom of 
this sunken place.
suspended in time,

I feel your warmth with me always.
Warm like hot sauce down my throat, anxiety.
Warm like 9pm heartburn, anxiety.
Warm like soap in my eye, anxiety.

I am never alone.
I always have the music of your voice in my head.