Cold metal


2 years, 11 months By Allyson

In: Poetry

Isolated.
Suffocated.
Wishing I was intoxicated.
Maybe the pain would go away.

Overwhelming melancholy.
Pressure.
Cornered.
Cold metal pressed on a sweaty forehead.

Breathe.
Open eyes.
Drop it.
I'm fine.

Walk away...and smile.



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