The loud bass is pounding,
all is quiet,
save for the slight giggle that leaves my lips,
stifled by the borrowed sweatshirt.
Pitter patter,
faster faster,
it's getting harder,
it's getting faster,
coming down in rivets at massive capacities.
Curb to a stop,
slowly,
there you go,
"oh shit",
oh shit.
Breathe,
oh my god.
Breathe.
The lights flicker,
you're okay,
it's okay,
you're all okay,
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Thơ cait isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
