Hurting

...pain
is not always visible
it seeps across your vision
like spilled ink
that darkens and pools
inside your chest--
so
many
holes...
something is shattering
a thousand tiny fragments
threatening to fly apart,
trembling with each breath
curled up
arms wrapped so tightly
maybe you won't fall apart
as the pain steals your breath,
no voice to cry
no tears
just
pain.