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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
My blanket saw what the world couldn't
My blanket saw how I was a fish at night
where I breath with my mouth
And the pain I felt never made a sound
As if I was underwater
No one
No one within sight
could see or hear the agony I dealt
As if I was loving you to death
The pangs of pain keep me up
As if there's a snake imprisoned inside my chest
the screams, the whispers
were all written in the air
And on top of my despair
were liquids, the same liquids I tear up as the dark embraces the room
As flatly as I lay
I cry myself to sleep again.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on February 29, 2020
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