I reminisce on a full body
Before all my organs dried
I can't remember what it means
My hippocampus' long since died
But I wrote of breathing
At least how sad it was to try
I don't get what I'm reading
for no comprehension will comply
I think my insides are hollow
My skin the shell of an empty den
God I'll take the suffocation
I just want my lungs again
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
