Breathe for Me
He always had trouble breathing. Cold dry air burned his lungs and humid air coated it in a thick slime that sucked the hollow cavity of...
*Disclaimer: Not Actual Vomit - just the ramblings of a stressed out twentysomething year old. An outpouring of the hurricane of words swirling around in my head, shared with all of you lovely people. Please don’t think this is actual vomit, I would be sad if you did. I promise you that this is so much more than that.