Stiff

Brittany Jo

I’m trying not to slip,

i’m stiff.

arms down, hands pressed to hip;

praying that my spirits lift.

sweat it beads above my lip,

i’m sick.

i’m running out of air,

i’m scared.

lungs are filled,

i can’t exhale.

is anybody even there?

who cares.

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