I'm sitting here on an ottoman
My chest feels like it's being crushed by a mountain
A flame so powerful it destroys my chest from within
It hurts to breathe
Sound is muffled
I hear everything yet I can't listen to anything
My cheeks are warm
Head is pounding
Pounding with an image you placed inside
An image that I had learned to destroy and scribble
But now it's shinning brighter than the stars
It won't go away
Before it took a while to disappear
I already fought to keep it out
And just like that
You placed it back into my mind
As I sit
YOU ARE READING
Brain wired with Yarn
PoesíaDeep thoughts by a random young adult that needs to be written down and told to somebody.