Hold your breath because the second you let go

your heart will pour out between your ribs,

beat by beat, a torturous symphony in sync with the dance of your ragged breathing.

the only sign that these 5am phone calls affect you at all

And the silent screams come out in dewdrops,

invisible until they're on your lips,

like an echo of your choices.

a torrent of seawater for a flood of mistakes

Always at a loss for how something so big can fit tight inside the fragile bone frame that you are,

clicking away at the keys, as your thin wrists shake and rattle.

Just to stay awake one last night, one last time to greet the sun because it may not come tomorrow.