the inside out

the inside out

she sits in the dark;
a cold, endless pit of dread.
she’s all alone
except for the crushing weight
of her pain and loneliness
forcing her deeper into her despair.
her heart,
ripped out and beaten senseless
by her misery,
lay dead and still
on the cold ground beside her.
the poisonous gas
of lost love suffocates her
turning her lungs black.
she gasps for air
as if it could
chase away the pain inside.
it doesn’t.
so she waits for her light;
her beautiful, shining star
that will save her.
but her light,
her love and angel,
doesn’t come
and never will.
but still, she hopes
and curls into a ball,
hugging her knees close
still waiting.
yet, the torturous black continues
slowly killing her
through and though,
from the inside
out.