Today, I couldn't breathe.
I spent the whole day going about the usual, yet I couldn't breathe. I pulled a smile upon my lips, I even coughed choked laughter at times necessary, yet I still couldn't breathe.
I was not sure if my surroundings:
compacted upon,
or away from me.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"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...
