writing

silk

 
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i feel my shoulders tensed up.

i feel my teeth pressing together.

words aren’t just sounds to me now.

i find an open seat and sit on the red plastic.

ease. breathe.

you belong here.

you’re allowed here.

i make subtle eye contact with the stranger sitting across from me.

im not afraid anymore, i’ve learned to smile.

books in hands comfort my pulse.

legs shuffle through concrete, and i’m not catching onto what i did before.

im letting go of it. all of it. i don’t need the weight to cloud my vision.

i know. i think too much, you’ve told me a million times.

but it’s just how i function.

like silk through my fingertips, it’s melted through.

how are you still here? i told you to go many times.

after all, peach and fuchsia whisper crisply in my ears,

ease. breathe.

you belong here.

you’re allowed here.

and i am the wind.