(2013)
#Boxed #ClothingFear #Frustrated #Heart #Hiding #Jumper #Label-less #Lonely #My #Poem #Sad #Safety #Secure #Shy #Trapped
A breath is moment-less, In this chain of events, There is no hopelessness, There is no fence.
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....
