luminaries

It's weird how sad luminaries make me.
So much pain. My heart. She hurts. She cries out, why. Why so much to bear. So bare. So raw. So much feeling.
Like a chest of drawers is on my chest, I heave breaths in and out. My rib cage feeling like a cage of the heaviest metal.
Tears falling and making gullies in the pillow. The cat to afraid to come up.

The fan drones on endlessly turning, spinning. Not unlike the figure below that I call me.