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Sudden shock blocking my air way
Attacking my creative being
I have to keep reminding myself to
Breathe
I gasp and swallow
My feelings are frazzled
How is hell down below if it’s up here?
It’s crystal clear
The dawn of the morning
Atmosphere
Why must we fear?
Why should we waste a tear?
To boil to vapor
I press down and rip this paper
To shreds of confetti
As I watch the walls around me
Bleed
My hands are not clean
I squeeze
To sanitize and vaporize
Just to catch a breath
Of fresh air flowing
Through this pit
