this feels like it's singling me out, yanking my hair, shouting at me. it feels harsh. it feels like a thousand years of time going by in a second, stomach bubbling up and out of the throat. the sun dies out, the moon falls apart, every stitch in the seam ripped out in a fury.
but also, it feels like... i just finished doing all of that myself. it feels like i'm screaming at the people i love, tears pooling on the carpet as i grasp at the couch cushions in frustration.
like i've torn my own heart out and yelled in desperation to try and stop myself.