I write
To relieve
My chest
Of the pressure
Of the monsters
Embedding themselves
Into my heart
Into my lungs
I write
To let them play
Because otherwise
There's no possible way
I'd be able
To breathe
There would be no possible way
To speak
No possible way
To move
Without them escaping
Even when
I'm
Telling
Them
No.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
I write
To relieve
My chest
Of the pressure
Of the monsters
Embedding themselves
Into my heart
Into my lungs
I write
To let them play
Because otherwise
There's no possible way
I'd be able
To breathe
There would be no possible way
To speak
No possible way
To move
Without them escaping
Even when
I'm
Telling
Them
No.
you know what I mean.
Written by
13/Gender Questioning/Sydney Australia
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
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