8:58 pm, Monday, 5th June
and as the waves lap at my feet,
I feel something other than a constant downward pull within my chest.
Because for once I take in sharp breaths from the stark cold
and I exhale calm, warmer air that turns into wispy puffs
in the outer atmosphere of the night.
I begin to feel my fingertips warm as I rub my palms
together in continual, swift motions –
I am more human than I allow myself to be.
s.t//
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dysphoria
Thơ casilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
