I feel the weight of it 

The glass house roof of my chest

creaking

Covered in snakes

Blocking out the sun

Blocking out the light

Each one on top of the other

Thousands of snakes 

Growing bigger

Heavier 

Hungrier

I can feel it Breaking 

collapsing under the pressure 

The glass house roof of my chest

Gives in

My chest is filled with shards of glass

And a mess of snakes 

Tangled 

Scales sliced 

Soft underbellies writhing 

Filling my lungs

Taking up all the space 

I can’t get them out 

I can’t get them off

I don’t know if its their’s

or mine

The blood

The fear 

The loneliness 

I just want the sun to come back 

Even if you’re not with me 

I just need you to be ok

– She said there is a name for that

I think they call that grief