coddled in this blanket fort, for now
to be contained is to feel bigger than space
fragile fabric slowly fraying at the seams-
meant to protect me, for now
the sun makes it hard sometimes—suddenly,
it's a hug that feels too tight, too warm
nauseous of the collective breathe
that fools itself to being one
a.r.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
coddled in this blanket fort, for now
to be contained is to feel bigger than space
fragile fabric slowly fraying at the seams-
meant to protect me, for now
the sun makes it hard sometimes—suddenly,
it's a hug that feels too tight, too warm
nauseous of the collective breathe
that fools itself to being one
a.r.