Smoke, lots of smoke.
Ash, lots of ash.
Suffocating. I can't breathe.
Oxygen. Not enough in here.
It's burning my lungs.
It hurts so much.
Stop! Let it stop, please!
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
