her lungs were gently expanding;
collapsing,
as i stepped inside,
breathing in through
plastic tubes, and exhaling
mildly corrected breath.
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t w e n t y
Poetryin which a girl indirectly shares her dying hope in t w e n t y words ~ The fire in her eyes had long diminished, and her scars had long unravelled, but the only remnant she dared to share, of her battered mind, was kept in the braided breaths an...
