Summer is here
but Winter's
feeling hasn't quite
left yet
Go outside
a walk in the woods
for breathing room
My lungs need
Leaves of Grass
I burn, I burn
can't wait my turn
fast cuz I'm
afraid I may
regress
No new punctures
for a couple months
Maybe I can
jus this once
plunked on the dirt
sneaking blood drips
crimson on the Flora
I sink
but no bathroom floor
to grab me
betray myself again
so much barely
I blink
into existence
trees surrounding me
plant life
I wipe
my arm off
and finally breathe
None of the pain
of being now
I can get free
out of the black-
hike my chosen path
for these precious minutes
I think I'm
truly alive
clock ticks crawl
I am an insect
Forever sick
of it All
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