[Authors Note:
For Kitdjy, my best friend.
I miss you everyday.]
you gasp for air that is no where to be found:
it is a thousand bricks piling on your chest
a tingling down your spine, that pivots, and settles in your belly
eventually spilling into your legs
that sends a prickling sensation to your toes
you gasp for air again, that is yet to be found
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
