Breathing is for normal daysA Poem by eglantineGrind up teacups and snort the porcelain dust.
Today, whispers hide within the walls and screams rush out of my mouth, tripping over each other in chaotic panic to escape my collapsing lungs.
Breathe--
No! Breathing is for normal days;
right now I huff and I puff and I tear out my tears,
and the screams shred my voice into cries and then dust,
ghosts spill out; my mouth is wider than the moon, jaw stretched and breathless. © 2015 eglantineAuthor's Note
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Added on May 15, 2015Last Updated on May 15, 2015 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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