Vision blurs.
Chest concave's
Deeper.
After every breathe.
The silver flashes.
Desire to exhale.
Red splashes.
I can
Breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
