Sometimes the words get stuck in my throat
They choke me, cut my air off
Make my eyes blur and mouth taste like acid
Then my brain kicks into action…
My breathing slows down and I count every single one,
Grateful, I could still do that.

And when I count to ten, my lids shut down.

I crave for that suffocation again
So I can ignore this ache now, deep in my chest
And just feel the burn in my pipes
Some hurts hurt better than others.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Good one. At times drowning saves you from winds. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Janani says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ˜Š


    1. Janani says:

      Glad you liked it โค๏ธ


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