Glimpse

For me, something in my chest feels like it’s going to burst, or at least expand so much against my edges that I’ll never go back to being the shape that I was. It squishes the air and the thinks right out of me. All that’s left is a tense, unbearable buoyancy and the sight of him filling up the new space inside my chest and my head. Flight and the death of my soul are one and the same, and I’m on the precipice of both.