Hot breath warms her face
As it settles in thick blankets
Making it harder and harder to breathe.
The rest of her body feels chilly
As a fan circulates cold air around her,
But her face only grows warmer.
As she tells herself all the things she doesn't want to hear,
Yet would feel incomplete without,
The heat only begins to rise,
Swelling from her eyes,
Like thick globs of lava,
Crashing into the tightly held blankets.
She opens her mouth,
To tell herself to stop,
That she has no reason to be this upset,
That shes embarrassing herself,
But her throat fills with hot air,
And she lets out nothing,
Only sobs,
And hopes that tomorrow is a better day.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Hot breath warms her face
As it settles in thick blankets
Making it harder and harder to breathe.
The rest of her body feels chilly
As a fan circulates cold air around her,
But her face only grows warmer.
As she tells herself all the things she doesn't want to hear,
Yet would feel incomplete without,
The heat only begins to rise,
Swelling from her eyes,
Like thick globs of lava,
Crashing into the tightly held blankets.
She opens her mouth,
To tell herself to stop,
That she has no reason to be this upset,
That shes embarrassing herself,
But her throat fills with hot air,
And she lets out nothing,
Only sobs,
And hopes that tomorrow is a better day.