just a feeling

when it shivers down my spine

I don’t know what to be.

it makes a sound like a twig breaking from a branch

and it takes a hold of me.

do you know it feels like a spindle spinning my soul

spinning

spinning

spinning

maybe your soul spins faster than mine.

maybe it weaves into intricate patterns that look

prettier than mine.

maybe your heart sings a better tune or laughs a brighter laugh

or perhaps your person is more personable than mine.

but know I have this

this round square thing

that sits within me and

pulls and twists and shapes my mind into

a knife so sharp a feel my

soul tearing.

my lungs feel full with the air that I cannot breathe.

these legs won’t take me where the moon begs I go.

and this heart;

It breaks.