AsphyxiationMore Like This
Taking a deep breath, I taste the kiss of Jasmine on the air. I hold it, the air circulating in my lungs until they burn, refusing to let it go. I swallow a scream, feel it rip like jagged glass inside my throat, begging to be released. I blink back unshed tears, eyes like sandpaper, scratching the surface. Digging my nails into my palm, I feel blood as the skin is broken. My heart beating in my chest, the feeling of being trapped inside a cage of blooded bones comes to mind. My legs begin to shake as I stand here, fighting with myself over what to do. Finally with no other choice, I let my breath out in a whoosh, watching it turn to steam as it hits the current of cold air in front of me.
How do you scratch an itch you can't touch? How do you mend a wound you can't see? My scars are on the inside, hidden from prying eyes. Mentally, I poke at the scab, scratching the surface until it bleeds. My pain is mine alone to bear. On the surface, all is calm,