Hearts Hang Heavy

I’ve hung my fear on my heart
Like hangers in a closet
Color-coordinated anxieties prepared
To line the walls with soft pastels and regret
Weighted down to this room this bed
This easy feeling of helplessness
Letting the world overcome me and
Pass over me and leave little
Pink marks like pinched cheeks or
Some sort of allergic reaction to the
Days passing by and the decisions that lay
One upon the other as if they were
Irreparable stacks of paper
Browning at the ages with age and oxygen
And time
All these formulas that exist to
Propel us forward in time and nothing
To stop movement nothing to
Heal the heaviness that seeps in on
Rainy days when the decisions lay soggy on the
Floor and my heart hangs heavy
For the future

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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