Make me scream
Esophagus is squelching desperately for a wind of oxygen to go down into it but since my tonsils were so strategically ripped out the germs get into my lungs and I suffer from a horrid infection
In a bed restraints equipped onto me
Like I’m a barbaric creature ready to cease all of the existence that lives in this entirety that we call a universe
Something that gives so much life but I feel as if this
Infection is giving me death so generously
I screech struggling for air like no other – under the sea
Don't let me forget to breathe
Forgetting to breathe will be the death of me
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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