There is a hollow in my chest,
I can feel my breath echo against my ribs,
stinging on impact.
My humanity is being pulled as if by magnet,
north toward the graveyard,
aching from a long cumbersome journey,
My heart, and soul are heavy,
like two limbs that have fallen asleep,
not wanting to budge.
If I follow my humanity,
I fear I’ll wither and die,
a flower plucked.
If I follow my heart and soul,
will I feel absence?
Will I flourish by choking out the other plants?
I crave the two factions to meld,
I need an emulsifier,
because they are repellent forces,
…tearing me apart.