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Emery Feine Oct 29
do you hear the sizzle of my lungs
as they slowly burn to ashes?
my head is an anchor, weighing down
bringing me to the floor
i cannot breathe
i am aching
the doctor said i was fine
but the moment i left
and breathed in the poisonous fresh air
i wheezed
i could not breathe
my lungs were on fire
some people pretend im fine
but i see it in their eyes
how they’re pretending
some people avoid me
as to not get sick
to save their freezing lungs
the fire is spreading throughout my body
my face is red
my throat is burning
im fading out
my lungs are on fire
i cannot breathe.
this is my 130th poem, written on 10/28/24.
π‘Ίπ’–π’…π’…π’†π’π’π’š, 𝑰 π’Žπ’Šπ’”π’”π’†π’… 𝒖𝒔
π‘―π’‚π’–π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’…π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’‚π’Šπ’“
π‘ͺ𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’ π’”π’•π’†π’‚π’Žπ’š 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’• π’Žπ’š π’…π’†π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 π’šπ’π’– π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’‚π’“π’Žπ’”
𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’‚π’•π’„π’‰ π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑
𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’Žπ’š π’†π’šπ’†π’”
π‘΄π’š 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–
𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’ 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑻𝒐 π’•π’‚π’Œπ’† π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’Žπ’†
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆.
My furrbaby had pneumonia. No way to go to the vet due to lockdown, so I had to manage it at home with steam inhalation and every possible means. Luckily she survived but die a month later after suffering from UTI.

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