Source: mylifeasakitten
And my stomach is in knots, and my throat is swelling.
And my mind is racing, and cannot get to telling
My nerves to relax—
My vocal chords to be useful.
I’m talking to myself trying to wipe away the residuals
Of a miniscule stain, on this marblewood heart
That stands at an angle,
So
awkwardly
placed.
An imminent fall,
Awaiting.