tw: ed
it hurts.
the feeling of in hailing stings my throat.
the feeling of my lungs occupying all the space in my upper body.
they way it feels like my rib cage is suffocating me.
like if i could remove the bruised bones from my body,
i could breath more.
until i am nothing but air.
i would be light.
light as a feather with no unnecessary mass,
the weight shedding off my cold and frail bones.
overlooked as just another.
a painful peace would be worth the suffering.
the miserable hours of emptiness.
stomach growling for a bit,
if only.
my dry lips and cracked mouth,
longed for a lick.
a single breath and i was only air.
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Poetrythere's nothing keeping you from the realness of the ever declining world, there is no good or bad. you just exist. (poetry collection) this is just a rant poetry book about my struggles. thanks for everyone that is reading it. it's comical that i'm...
