Four-walled concrete room
Rusty pipe splashing water on the floor
I put my best skirt on for you
it’s clinging, soaked, to my legs
Water rises,
Gripping me with frigid fingers
I tense in its hold
I suck in the remaining air as best I can
Water is squeezing my lungs
All I can think is
tight
Everything is too tight
The room is closing in
My muscles are tense
The air in my lungs is begging to come out
And it does
My last breath bubbles above my head
I taste rust as my eyes shut
I’m so gone I can’t even blame you
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Natalie Scivally
I'm just here to throw my writing at the wall until something sticks-- and hopefully stays long enough to grow a fungus that'll eat away at the wall and let me break into the industry :) Welcome to my page.
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