It's a blockade, dragging her burden down her throat and choking her lungs.
A rumble dips her, deluges her sound.
Her ribs are inhabitable.
When she is confronted with what she wants to do with her life and it doesn't align with society's woes, she buries her head into the sand.
When she is angry almost instantaneously she pretends she doesn't exist.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
