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I hear the heart beating
and the mouth breathing,
Wondering what it’s like to live in this organism
people so call wreathing.
Everything feels so close,
so tight.
Like those uncomfy socks my grandmother used to gift me on christmas.
They’re itchy, but I still wore them.
I still wore them even if they brought me misery.
Breathing gets heavier,
space gets deadlier.
My cells are declining
Eager for help, but no ones reviving.
I grasp my hand and reach out for help,
all to see a black shadow that has fell.
Here I am sitting with the socks on,
whilst the air on my throat walks on.
My heart is ripped,
teeth are chipped.
Flashbacks from Christmas arrive.
The heavy feelings bark up my scars,
making me feel no more alive.