By Kate Klein
The sides of the room,
Are squeezing at my chest,
Tightening around my lungs,
As if the concrete decided to remold-
The pressure acts as punishment,
For I dare live in a world which my tongue does not speak
By Kate Klein
The sides of the room,
Are squeezing at my chest,
Tightening around my lungs,
As if the concrete decided to remold-
The pressure acts as punishment,
For I dare live in a world which my tongue does not speak