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#2-

Sometimes I get so sad
that it's hard to breathe.
I can feel hands snaking up my body,
reaching for my throat.
Crushing my trachea
as I try to scream for help.
Claws digging into my skin,
I imagine the red hot fluid gushing out.

Tell me,
how do you expect me to breathe?

when my demons are sitting on my lungs.