May 29
Microbeads of sweat forming at my temples;
damp, heavy air entering my lungs.
It takes up space—I move through an invisible foam.
damp, heavy air entering my lungs.
It takes up space—I move through an invisible foam.
Trying to write a short story, accidental poetry instead (maybe?)
(20/M/Toronto)
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