by nourayasmine   Jan 7, 2022

The ground is shaking.

You’re holding up the wall,
your back hurting,
your knuckles turning red, but
your eyes telling me to breathe.

I breathe,
lungs burnt with black
smoke, throat filled with tears,
but my eyes telling you

I’ll be okay.


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