Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Suffocating backwards

I have trouble nearing the cliff without jumping off
Standing at the fence without hopping it, and
Running headlong into the mist
I clench my fist sometimes when I
See a car and watch it plummet down the street
Paper bags were never for my lunches
Cause I didn’t know how to stop inhaling
Where does it begin and I end

I let it all inside me and not back out again
Suffocating backwards

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