The day rolled over me
In drops of nervous sweat
And fidgety fingers.
I couldn’t grasp the air
That pressed against my lungs
Because the poison receptors in my
Tongue detected the bitter vibes.
I lurched with my stomach.
Finding it funny that oxygen itself
Was suffocating me.
Author notes
I wrote it in 11th grade. finally decided to post it. you can blame any inadequacies on that.
Please tell me what you think
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This isn't inadequate at all! I loved the imagery, it pulled me in slowly and I got really into it (although this piece is short
). I liked the ending, also. I like the sarcastic tone, or at least that's what I hear. God write 
Jeanette*~
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