..there has to be light somewhere.

Carry my heart to the South,
where snow never falls
and dust covers the lives we once knew.

I need to feel
even if it's just a hand against
my stomach, peering into the depth
of my womb with a finger.

I need to feel.

My brain is a ribcage without skin.
I have lost myself tonight
to the cold world of forgetting
and the tragedy of all that blame
you have stored inside, just for me.

...just for me.