Sometimes feelings are words.
You find them bled into walls, and floors in fingers dipped in the worst
day of someone’s life.
Sometimes feelings are eyes.
They see you and all your worldly masques worn in defiance of the fact
That it hurts to be alive.
Sometimes feelings are acts.
They scar scarlet tragic trauma tracked trembling through a trachea torn
Too deep to survive.
Sometimes feelings are silent.
Sometimes feelings are too much.
Sometimes you’re just not yourself
and that’s okay.
Sometimes it hurts to be alive.
Sometimes it feels like it can’t be alright.
Sometimes all you can do is survive
and that
may well suffice.
About the Creator
Veris Marock
I've been a writer since I was a child. I had my first story published in 2019 in a short horror story collection and I've been working to expand my horizons since then. My primary interests are horror and fantasy.


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