Sanguine

By: Megan 

The air inside me is compressed by sadness.

I am dragged across pavement by my own self.

I lie here waiting for someone to save me but help never comes.

The wind picks up and tosses me against a brick building.

Thump.

Every bit of myself is gone.

I lay in a body that is no longer me.

I continue to get hit by the debris of other people's problems.

My dreams haunt my reality by reminding me of what I can’t have.

But I lie hopeful that I will someday just be in my never-ending dream.

Joy would overwhelm me.

My soul would reenter my body and I would be alive.

But that will never happen.

So I remain soulless, in the body that reminds me of what is not mine.