my heart beats too fast
for my ribs to handle
and it feels like it might
break free of my
chest,
"start" he states.
this exam will be the
death of
me
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
XV
my heart beats too fast
for my ribs to handle
and it feels like it might
break free of my
chest,
"start" he states.
this exam will be the
death of
me
