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Roxana Feb 2019
alone in this café
drunk on this feeling of
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i m not enough” she says as she’s staring at the alcohol pouring out of a
cheap bottle
starting to breathe faster than ever
what is that
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i can’t breathe”
yes, she didn’t breathe
actually she doesn’t breathe when she’s supposed to talk in front of her class or when she’s supposed to pay at the cash register or
When she’s supposed to phone her mother to tell her she’s okay & her father
to ensure him she’s doing fine while sitting drunk on a Black chair
she can’t breathe...
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“anxiety attack”.
Roxana Feb 2019
we were both sugar
in someone’s cup of coffee
we were completing each other yet
i didn’t figure it out that
sugar also goes along
with tea
didn’t see that coming
like a dark bullet
in the walls that i painted pink
just for you
did you?

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