Shake

Nothing has been the same since you came and shook shook shook my world last year with every shake shake shake of your hands on my neck and cut wrists in my kitchen with the same knife that I butter my toast with. My world shook, shook, shook, to pieces when you said “Come on beautiful, you know I didn’t mean it” As I wiped the fresh blood off of the creases in my face, And it shook, shook, shook until I could feel nothing at all. And in nothingness I found empty rooms, empty thoughts, and even empty feeling breaths- I couldn’t breathe. It was like I was gasping for air every second of my life And when I finally let go and quit trying to gasp I was still here Dying in a body that was fully alive. Have you ever been alive and dying at the same time? I have, I did. Every day Every minute Every second For each month for four months. Hard times like that, with tough **** like that, can make you Shake Shake Shake For no reason at all. And here I am. A year later. Shake, shake, shaking Even after it all- Never escaping the earthquake in my own head.