Poem - 31 January 2020, 04:59 PANIC Mamta Wathare Needles piercing my inner thigh a nausea wave in my belly a hundred bottomless pits in my gut the dense gap between my soul and body Breathe! I tell my self Just breathe Like 1 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 485 Rating: Total votes: 1 Tags: Agony Help Lonely Pain Sickness Poetry Genre: Lyric Listed in: Contest Entries