It tastes like bravery. Breaking your teeth from chewing on the things you can’t bring yourself to say. Trying to digest it all at once and wondering why you feel so sick. It’s tempting you gently. With hands gripping a porcelain sink. Sweating and dangerous- there’s a crack in the mirror. Half of you want’s to let go and other half reaches through the glass. Rips through your sternum taking your beating heart in the palm of your hand. Asking out loud with a soft smile, “and what do we make of this?”. No. No. No. Nothing is as scary as it seems. Even when it’s standing in front of you. “I’m not afraid”, you yell back. I’m fucking brave.

–scared of my own shadow

AMT©️