November 27th, 2023
Suffocation.
A different kind than the normal one I tend to feel.
My heart slows and my lungs squeeze, all at the thought of being away from you.
Unforgiving, as if my own body is angry and wants to show its defiance.
My stomach swirling as it drops low, my throat constricting.
Void, as if every important piece of me is absent.
Suffocation.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
