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this poem is about the overdose/massive stroke i had at 18 y/o
I do not remember what it felt like to die
I do not know blurred edges of my life
Shrinking into a pinpoint
Becoming nothing at all
I do not recall air, once so effortless
Becoming so cruel and unreachable
Body writhing, twitching, begging for breath
I do not remember blood settling in the mouth
Like wet iron
Sneaking its way down my throat, into my lungs
I cannot call to mind freezing cold
Weight of my own flesh and bones
Pinned to my bed like a broken bird
I do not remember body giving up on brain
Mind melting away like chalk in the rain
Curled up, all alone
Choking, puking, crying, bleeding
Dying.
About the Creator
Trinity Noelle
23. poet. mama. survivor. ex junkie.
lover of too much. feeler of everything.



Comments (2)
Wow! I sincerely hope to see some more of your work!
Beautiful and I’m thankful that you are here! Your life has such wonderful purpose. 💛