Pockets of air
Bubbling up
Under my skin
Building up walls
Blocking energy
Burning, bubbling
Their weight Is heavy
Infectious
Carcinogenic masses
I can’t reach
Them
Alone
Please
Are your needles handy?
And are you feeling Precise?
Precise enough
To pierce
Those pale pimples
Pop them open
That they release
Their hold
So I can
Breathe again
Swim again
Open my eyes again
Smile again
See that light
Again
M.Cu., founder of the Existence Project, a creative workshop that connects marginalized people to their community through the power of story.