Monday, February 22, 2016

my respiration cut off from me returns not shortly
after i had given my rights to myself- stubborn in my
aching for independence. the breathing

quelled as much

as i could get it to- but still-
there's a hurtness in my breath. i can't
find it, the singing
debutante- but i know it is there- whether

i am believed or not. i am
awakened. i don't wanna talk about
it. i just don't. continuously

i lose those of my bedside to their
own exploring. i just don't wanna talk about it.