Nausea Maigc 9
It was just a hangout..
struggling to be brave;
Denying every doubt
overcome with nausea.
What’s your sharp gaze about?
I cannot look away…
now fear’s starting to sprout.
A claustrophobic cave,
I may never get out…
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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