Sometimes I can barely move my body.
It's like swimming in water with a punctured lung, trying hard to reach the surface but never being able to take a breath.
It's like drowning, constantly drowning,
on dry land, in waters,in my thoughts, in my feelings, in my own body.
YOU ARE READING
Purple blush
Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
