Oh No.....
The moment of silence when air turns into matter
Silent gas was to planned to pass.
Intended on a subtle release, but it became the breach of peace.
Looming liberation so disastrous, dooming my clothes to a messy vastness.
Exploding outward, staining everything from downward and beyond.
Nerves firing on all cylinders, but the deafening feeling is turning me into a prisoner.
Clinging to the hope that my existence will suddenly cease.
Exposed and mortified, I must flee before I am immortalized.
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Jay Kobayashi
A starving writer from LA who aspires to be plagiarized one day. I like to write about academic pieces that identifies philosophy and psychology in pop culture, and sometimes random fun pieces that interests me or the algorithm!
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brilliant piece