My chest is a birdcage
Ribs pressed tight with clawed beings
Desperate for escape
I still feel
Lips on my skin
Hands on my neck
Arms
Me
Against the wall
The floor
My chest is a prison
Locked up so tight that
I choke on the memories
Never in my life has
Air felt more elusive
Than with your hands around
My throat,
Whispers in my hair
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
