I lie down and gaze at the white canvas of the heaven above me
And my ears fill with water and
Static of sounds surround me.
There’s a ding in my heart
Like a scratch on a brand new vehicle,
It’s ugly to human eyes.
It was specifically put there and without it knowing,
I was ruined
Crushed into a million glass pieces that shatter and make an earsplitting explosion
But it’s not a violent one.
It’s in slow-motion and silent,
Like the lowering of a loved one into their grave.
But it still hurts.