Survival

toxicity pumps through my veins

and the only way I am seeing surviving

any of this is to

bleed it out of me.

 

                nothing in my head is going

                                clearly.

I am losing something crucial with

every passing movement of my chest

breathing is not going to keep me alive.

 

Survival doesn’t mean surviving.

 

because every time I open my eyes

again. I am seeing more and more

                of the monster in me.

 

 

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[run vs remember]

Yikes, wow. I love this one too. I love the strong words you use. It's a very vivid poem.