Small stone–January 13, 2014

Posted byABPosted inUncategorized

Up the mud slick hill
Air cold and closing
Lungs get smaller
I push and smaller
I stop and cough hard
Knowing I’m alive

Published by AB

Just a girl writing poetry, thinking about life, writing about pain. I love to write, and want to share it with anyone who wants to read.

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