Once again, clouds.
Choked
Inside that home,
The smell of smoke surrounds me,
Choking me and stealing my breath.
Among the scratched floors and chipped walls,
I can't imagine a life.
Is that where I'm supposed to be?
Is that where my destiny is leading me?
"Choked," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, July 12th, 2011
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