I perpetually feel like my chest is in an infinite hiccup
because I can breath but the air is caught in my chest
and I'm just waiting for it to come rushing out
like blood oozing from a wound
or like a train finally coming out of a dark tunnel into the light
YOU ARE READING
breathing. {POETRY}
Poetrythis will be a collection of poetry written by me. the title is "breathing." because these poems are about life. the ups and downs, the highs and lows. the good and the bad.
