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. 

  • Author: Brittany Jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2019 22:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 40


  • orchidee

    Coooeeee! (Hi). Yep, I'm here. heehee.

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