i remember now
i was grasping for an escape
anything
anything to get out
i couldn't bear it any longer
the fizzing building pressure in the bottle
even just to pop the cap
for a minute
to make it bearable
to let some of it out
and it worked
it did it's job
and now the pressure is building again
but it's okay
not for long
not for long i can tell myself
who knows what the future holds
but for me
i know how to work with it
i know i can deal
i think everything will turn out fine
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
