Breathe

They were painful.

They were intoxicating.

They weren't regular.

The corners were regular.

 

The ceiling touched my nose.

The windows shut tight.

My thoughts rapid.

Yet my vision not blurred, but clear.

Everything still and patient for once.

When they thought I was suffocating...

I inhaled tasteful air.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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