the air here is unbreathable
stuffy
dark
cold and bitter goD
i want to wrack my nails and scratch them against every in of my body and my head and pull my hair and pull and pull and pull until every strand is tugged out
i have clipped my fingernails
the pressure in my chest is uncomfortable
livable during the day but
nights are tiring
im so tired
im so cold
maybe i should hibernate?
it would stop the shivering
i think
theres a razor in my room but im tired of the sight of blood
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
