Deep - Sasha Reese (black authors fiction .txt) 📗

Everyone is talking. I’m in a room with a lot of people. It sounds like swarms of bees. It overwhelms me. It hurts my head. It feels like the voices are trying to get to me. To strangle me as if a ghost comes up and drags me somewhere dangerous. It’s not fun. Everyone is in my head. All I do is sit and write this poem. Soon, everyone is quiet because they are gone. Lunch break maybe. They come back, lunch break is over. This time, there two times more people than last time. It feels like I’m at an airport in the afternoon, or at rush hour at the mall. Now I’m going insane. My head is telling me to run. Run out of the building, but my body won’t budge. It’s sad. I’m sad. All these voices are drowning me. It hurts because I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I’m paralyzed. Soon, I’m dead. I’m looking into nothing, I feel nothing, I’m thinking about nothing.

Publication Date: 03-03-2015

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Dedication:
I dont know who this is dedicated to