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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