I fold into the floor
like the ground might keep me
The air tastes like silence
thick, unmoving,
hard to swallow
my thoughts circle
like something hunting
and I am both
the noise and the thing it wants
The door is open
But it feels miles away
So I stay here
counting the seconds
like they might end me
or save me
I can't tell which
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Comments1
There is hesitation and surrender in this piece that speaks of feelings that we have all had. It has great poetic lines of imagery and is short enough to keep attention yet long enough to send its message well a fave
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