A staggering gasp tremors.
It is a gulp on the brink of wheezing.
He grinned from ear to ear, his lips simpered, the creases around his face heightening, a silky soft on her skin.
It frays.
It was a bright ebb and flow, a plunging current against ribcage, all pressure present, in her teeth, in her head, in her escape.
She'd die for him. that's why everyone is freaking out.
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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...
