Duck cloth and metal buckles
Profusely tightened
By two purple shades
She pleads with her eyes
And begs using words
Just one text
Please
No
One text
Just to see if he's okay
No
Come on it won't hurt
Only one send
Tighter
This is unnecessary
I'm not crazy
Tighter
She promises
Not to slip again
No.
The tightness becomes unbearable
She slips into unconscious
At least in here
He's with her and she knows he's okay
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Miscellaneous
PoetryThe title may seem weird but it is very fitting. Sometimes you just have a lot going on in your head . Not everything fits specifically in one place... especially when your having a rough time. So this is a bunch of poems sorting out those thoughts...
