Like a flood. NaPoWriMo 2018. Day 8

//Like a flood//

Like a flood
Picture credits – @how_art_you

Sometimes like a rooted tree
My fist tightens—
Perhaps I haven’t forgotten how often we betrayed one another.
Sometimes like a dry land
My rib cage cracks,
Making spaces like that between the fingers.
Sometimes like a listless river
My eyes flow,
Explaining the ache my lips can’t.
And Sometimes just sometimes,
Like a flood
My heart pours out every feel,
Coughing up water from the last time he drowned me.

NaPoWriMo (8/30)