In this cavity in My Chest

My chest is a chamber of feelings. It harvests the emotions that expel from my veins and vessels. My blood vibrating with each pump of the heart; infuriated. The sudden pause in flow; horrified. When it solidifies and crumbles under my skin; heartbroken. All of these feelings manifest in this cavity, birthing tight knots never meant to be untangled. Heavy rocks made of bundled barbed-wire, scratching on the way down to my stomach. Sour butterflies that sting when they flutter. -Mem