Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2019
Drowning in oxygen, lungs stuffed with molasses
Heart pumping, but nothing rushes through my veins
Skin crawling with whispers of hands plastered there
I ache, I bend, I break, try to scream but gurgle in vain,
My throat coated thick in tar and shame
I am smaller than myself. this mangled body can't be mine
kat m
Written by
kat m  17/F
(17/F)   
113
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems