Amelia Arce

The wave came gradually, then,

crashed at my feet. My mind fell piece

by piece; time caused my blood to race

while my heart suspended in my chest.

I felt your death in my arms;

my life slowly crumbled into ash.

My skin festered between the torture of anxiety

and the false reality, I accepted.

A swell of my own demise,

I clawed my fingers into my skin,

felt a shock of truth.

My back smacked the icy floor,

I was looking for foundation.

Guilt tasted cruel,

escalating my mental savageries;

I grew thirsty for self destruction.