suffocation
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Water’s rushing in
Filling the holes
Blinding the eyes
Hurting the soul
Water’s rushing in
Leaving the innocent helpless
When I was small
I would believe
That Fairies surrounded me
And protected me
From the bad
But when I grew
My fairies turned to dew
And formed my tears
And leaked to the ground
I feel the breath being pulled straight from my lungs. They feel themselves collapsing back into the same stars that they were born from. I feel my heart pounding.
This pain is simply pulling me apartCaught between you and the freedom of hopeThe simple irony of your oath"I promise to let you breathe," Yet your hands are around my neck."I promise to let you see," Still you are all I know."I promise to let you
When asked what I remember about my childhood, I will answer “smoke;”
There’s a lingering, hovering cloud in all my most recallable memories.
Who am I?
I don't know.
What am I?
I don't know.
How old am I?
I don't know.
When will I die?
I know,
I will die today,
For my mother is giving me away.
I saw the surface above me,
Shimmering, bright.
The sunlight pouring in,
Golden rays through the waves.
Sinking,
Farther down,
No matter how hard I kick.
Thrashing in the water,
Knots
Twisted up inside me.
I'm dying just to breathe,
to cry.
But I can't.
Not here.
I want to just
give up.
What if this feeling lasts,
Suffocation, suffocation
Why must you be?
Must you be so vast
and prevent me from seeing?
Tight grips on my neck
Back against the wall
What will I do?
