She can’t stop feeling,
She can’t stop breathing,
An intense sensation is taking one’s breath;

She is sick,
She is irrational.

Not telling to give up,
But life as predictable
Could bring inexplicable reasons to stand for.

Confusion is overwhelming,
The little space of oxygen in her lungs,
A vague idea can get her high within thoughts.

Not lost if not forgotten,
A word of suspicion generalized a voice,
A voice that cannot be found in between the lines within two different worlds.

by Odra Marcano


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