Sulk!
Say it.
Don’t keep it.
What have I done?
Control not yourself,
Loosen up, don’t restraint.
I can’t read between the lines.
Tell me it’s breaking my heart;
I know I am damn, I am hurt too.
We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.
P.S
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 10 prompt: Air by Rayvon Owen