the walls keep expanding,
the opposite of claustrophobia,
there's too much room in here,
it's never ending,
in the middle of a space,
i can't find the walls,
i look around,
colors fading,
voices getting louder,
screaming into silence,
so many voices, yet
none are being heard,
i can't find the walls,
so many people
people
i can't see the walls,
i feel smaller
and smaller,
insignificant,
screaming
the screams
get louder
but further ;
walls
i can't see
anything
i breathe in and see you.
the walls stop.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
