We never let our emotions go. They grow into a mutual acquaintance; reside between our ribs.
Like warm fog; moments its burns burn and tighten its hold around closing our ribs onto each other.
My cry is achingly overdue though my bed is already soaked.
With no one to cry to I plug my mouth and seal my eyes, flush the tears down my throat with the thought that I'll be alright.
Lies conspire against each other while fear holds truth to the ground, I am more than aware what their doing.
At one point I saw myself almost being freed, I was almost there just a graze away but it all came crumbling down and I should have known.
Here they came, crawling back, every single emotion that left me numb while I was young. Crawling, slithering, latching back around my ribcage; my breathing is becoming rigid again.