the hand

there is a hand squeezing my heart

tight slow like it knows every part of me

holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

it does not let go

even when i try to breathe

it reminds me of what will never be the same

what will slip through my fingers like sand

and i carry it with me

a weight both sharp and familiar

a quiet ache beneath my ribs

that tells me i am not just moving forward

but carrying everything i’m afraid to lose

moonriseee

PA

15 years old

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    its starting to ring

    the noise in my head

    telling me im feeling

    something i didn't know

    i was capable of.

    its getting louder

    the sirens

    the warning

    i dont have a chance

    at surviving

  • butterfly?

    you had glitter

    spilling out of your mouth

    fine as stardust

    golden as pollen

    falling to the floor

    feeding no one

    you’re wasting yourself

    now all you feel

    is emptiness