June 9, 2017

The air grips me in an unbreakable hug.
The ground forms shackles around my ankles.
Even my own body betrays me.
Spit suffocates me.
My nails dig bloody crescents into my palms.
Teeth mangle everything they can reach.
My prison is perfect and immutable.
I can’t escape.
I can’t leave.
I can’t breathe.

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