I am feeling that kind of sadness that starts in your fingertips;

it trails up your arms through your veins.

You feel it in your shoulders and your spine.

It crawls up the back of your neck and wraps it's thin fingers around your windpipe. 

It dances in your hair and travels far behind your eyes.

You feel it in your mouth, you can taste it and it is dry. 

It is in your toes.

It makes your feet so heavy that you are certain that a single step

will send the earth shattering in on itself.

Your stomach is concave and your insides are bubbling. 

Your heart isn't there. 

It is an empty void surrounded by all your other malfunctioning organs.