Saturday
Wake up and revel in the fact that you don't have
to watch the sunrise on the interstate
today. Have some coffee, enjoy the
slow pace. Hell, hum the song
that's been stuck in your head
the past few days.
.... ....
Good. That was nice,
wasn't it? Now, put the coffee
cup down and remember everything
you still have to do. Ah, yes. There's
that familiar suffocating feeling.
Bubbling up from your chest
and into your throat. You
can't breathe? That
sounds about
right.
YOU ARE READING
Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
