(2013)
#Boxed #ClothingFear #Frustrated #Heart #Hiding #Jumper #Label-less #Lonely #My #Poem #Sad #Safety #Secure #Shy #Trapped
My knees crash into concrete of pillows and the air unburdens my body. Mate, just mate, but mate, SHUT UP. I wait to greet the sweat and choke. my mind is clouded my vision is narrowed....
A breath is moment-less, In this chain of events, There is no hopelessness, There is no fence.
