Suffocating under the weight of judgement.
Harsh, shards of glass in lungs.
Breathing heavy, overcome with pain.
Hair and body drenched in sweat.
Clothing, hair and rain sticking to skin.
Crying out into the night.
Beaten by pride, blue and black in the cheeks.
Eyes hallow and unresponsive.
Glassy street beneath feet.
Such a horrible reflection.
AN: A poem with no pronouns. Dedicated to @ElizabethShadow :) Vote and comment!
