if i am someone
then this someone
is composed of so
much airand i feel myself
slowly
deflating—outside the prison of my skin
is a world, is a world
declared real
by the ones in the suits,
by the ones with the cold, cold
eyesi do not believe everyone
who breathes
is alive—some bodies
are just fleshy
lieslike mine is.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poesíathis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️