I’m entrapped, endangered my wrists tied together kneeling for the sacred. I've tried so hard to free my lungs of this polluted air and somehow it catches me and swings me into a landslide deep down into a volcano. I'm feeling religious, I fear I must prey.
I wonder what the polluted air is a metaphor for? Great piece! Very strong imagery
I love love love your writing
Fucking gas
this was so beautiful. so i’m in love with the way you’ve written it.
beautiful