By Isara Rose O’Kane
have you ever held something so tight to your chest that it could burst?
exploding like glitter,
freckling the air in places your breath can’t quite touch
euphoria
golden sunlight showering through your window,
the mixture of glitter and dust
constellations on the walls.
breathe it all in,
everything is quiet
or have you held something so close it could melt through your ribcage,
burning like a secret-
zipped, tight lipped
the space it fills inside you makes your skin prickle and your insides squirm a little
dysphoria
burns and burns until there’s nothing left to hurt
like the feeling under the sheets during the loneliest part of the night,
everything is quiet
The Jumble 