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Constrictions

June 9, 2017
By InfinityIsALie SILVER, Plainfield, New Jersey
InfinityIsALie SILVER, Plainfield, New Jersey
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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.


The author's comments:

This is about when there just seems to be no escape from the suffocation of the world.


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