if my bones could cry,

thinking about a recent day where i was having a really hard time, 

it felt like if my bones could cry, all 206 of them were sobbing

when prompted to softly lay my hand palm-down on my chest, i felt it almost immediately ---- it felt like some of the sobs had shifted and localized themselves in my chest, under my palm. with my eyes closed i saw and felt a slow, excruciating secretion. visited by visions of a saturated murky green emerging from a dark, sharp, wet grey rock formation. my entire body seized by whatever was moving through it, only knowing it felt as though it outsized my what now felt like small human frame. i writhed in discomfort as my skin grew hot, sweating profusely through my shirt in an air conditioned room.