I want to get it out.
Cut it out of my chest like a cancer,
this sticky, black, heavy burden that
crushes.
Not the beautiful, crashing, cleansing
crush
of the ocean waves; the elegant pounding of the
built up tides.
Get it out, this maleficent, heinous, unspeakable
crusher.
Not remotely near to the joyful tension that resonates as with a new
crush;
the boy at school sending tender glances and a playful wink.
How can I rid my lungs, my articulations and my 'wits about me' of this
crushing?
My heart and flesh cry out; my soul longs and even faints.
I am nothing.
