A SOLEMN TIGHTLY coiled sadness slept in his chest. It’s tiny corkscrew wires scraped mercilessly on the interior of his heart, their cold rough fingers drawing internal gasps of pain.
What have I done wrong? Have I done wrong?
The cadence of uncertainty congealed into rust, fine red powder crumbling in his veins when he tried to move. Their clogged mass held him in place and the more wrong he felt, the slower they turned, til he wanted nothing more than to slink off into a corner, forgotten, and listen to the solitary whizzing rhythm of his broken, mismatched self.
Written: 26 Sept 2015
Inspired: life (architect-Matt-ish)