words scribbled across the page in an desparate manner

as if the writer might just burst if they can’t release this

display of a broken heart.

a melody sings its song to a crowd of invisible listeners

mournfully, the notes crawl on its knees across the paper.

gasps of breath slowly return to rhythmic breathing.

her heart aches just a little less

now, that it is spread across a novel about its worst fears that came true.

the truth

is what

teaches us, little by little

how to breathe again.