the covers are stiflingly hot
it's not just stifling
it's suffocating
that's a stronger word
i have to use a stronger word
to describe something so overpowering
i don't search for air
i hold my breath so i can stay
somewhere no one can watch me struggle to breathe
for the air outside of my blankets
chokes me just as often
i choke on waves of fear
except there is nowhere to hide
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
