some words i share
with the air. its
strings wrap
around my heart, clogging it
with the blood that must be
pumped, and when i find
not a friend or a foe to borrow,
the air knocks me down to
a seat, and becomes an enemy
and sits upon my throat until
i blurt out every word.
YOU ARE READING
prison | ✔
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