I think-
-my lungs
are suffocating me from inside,
swelling when I look at you,
beating their fists when you speak.
I think-
-I am
crashing into this feeling
like an airplane in love with gravity.
My heart and liver take up square-dancing,
an internal tribe of wildebeests rampages through
my intestines.
I think-
-I should
breathe more.
~Quick, say something clever~
My lungs dip in and out of the air in shallow strokes.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
I think-
-my lungs
are suffocating me from inside,
swelling when I look at you,
beating their fists when you speak.
I think-
-I am
crashing into this feeling
like an airplane in love with gravity.
My heart and liver take up square-dancing,
an internal tribe of wildebeests rampages through
my intestines.
I think-
-I should
breathe more.
~Quick, say something clever~
My lungs dip in and out of the air in shallow strokes.
