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. 


  • orchidee

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

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