Literature
Confessions
Confessions
Just four more steps, pushing yourself
forward with the breath burning your lungs
in, out, in, out,
in. You start to breathe through your nose
To stop the burning pain in the back
of your throat, but it just follows
you and stabs your nostrils but at least
it saves your chapped lips.
You don't want to listen to the way that
your breathe sounds like a rasping
sobbing girl so instead you listen to
music. Kings of Leon, The Killers,
You like bands with K. Just like how
you like the number four.
One, two, three,
four. Four steps, it hurts so much.
Rain drenches and bobs up and down as
you run, sometimes it stabs