.. just is ..

Guts tightening .. feeling like vomiting but not exactly …
More like invaded , consumed  ..
I can breathe ..
But
But
My insides are screaming.

Let me go
Let me out

My other insides are trying to soothe me.

It’s ok.
Just breathe gf.
Just breathe.

But I don’t want to breathe I want to cry.
Scream.
Run.
Curl up into a ball and die.
Kill.
Cry.
All at once.

And my guts tightens.

We coming to a close.
Slowly.

Or more like a resolution. Partnership maybe.

And my guts tightens.

And I can feel my wairua fighting.
Again.
Fighting to breathe.

Fighting to calm.

Fighting to balance.
Fighting for perspective.
Reasoning.
Solutions.

Me & her.
We tight.

Just tryna get the rest of the fucken team on board .. (the body .. groan)
Fucker.


JK.
I got use.

Somewhere. I got use.


kpm©

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