I could barely breathe, for the air that I've been swallowing had indeed been water.
I could barely swim, for the body that I've been so comfortable in had indeed turned into fluids.
If ever I got lost in the swirling sea, the only way down is where I'll be.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Puisi"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
