I used to be substantial
I breathed as an afterthought
the throb of my heart, a symptom of my state.
Now i wheeze and sigh
trying to grab as much air
as i can. into my lungs
to be substantial
I can hardly feel my heart
because there is nothing to feel
I breathed as an afterthought
the throb of my heart, a symptom of my state.
Now i wheeze and sigh
trying to grab as much air
as i can. into my lungs
to be substantial
I can hardly feel my heart
because there is nothing to feel
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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