SUFFOCATION:

The anger is spitting on my heart and puncturing my soul, it’s so dense and lost upon consciousness. It’s wave of mass efforts splitting upon my thoughts and desires, my weakling ways and my trickling treasures. I wish, if anything, I could be at peace. Among everything seeping into my soul, through the rocks and barriers and barriers, I feel a light touch embrace my tender transformation. An embrace of life, and as a gentle embrace can calm a cascading mountain or a sickened ocean wave, it can linger among your aura and make you feel… strong.