My fingers tremble as my eyes start to water.
I hold my ribs because breathing gets harder.
I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out.
My airways are blocked as I try to shout.
I fall to my knees and grasp my head of hair.
I missed the sign that read, ‘beware’.
My heart is racing and my bones are shaking.
I am a mess in the making.
It’s too late to be strong as my forehead wrinkles.
Thinking has become something unthinkable.
Tear drops glitter on my bathroom floor.
You just keep throwing more and more.