I just want to breathe.
I’ve been finding myself suffocating with the words that my heart knows but my mouth refuses to say.
They’re tied in a lovely bow against my neck
I feel the warm stream of blood as they break through the skin of my throat.
I hear a soft laugh in the distance and as I come in and out of consciousness I realized that I still had a sense of cyclical humor.
These words are trying to kill me
And I just might let them.
Gabriela A Tejada
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