Feb 2015
I'm over stuffed;
my bones press with protest
against my skin,
as my ribs bend with worry
and my lungs fill in.
*I'm drowning.
my bones press with protest
against my skin,
as my ribs bend with worry
and my lungs fill in.
*I'm drowning.
(30/F/MA)
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