exclaiming enchlophobia

why leave when i’m not even there

don’t like loud spaces,

spaces where there’s no air to steer the wheel or to

resist the force relative to the

sliding against each other.

breathe in, suffocation

strangers touch as it feels like being stripped down to my skeleton

hissing,

snaring seeing me staring into space

they knew i was there

they knew i wasn't even there

breathe out, suffocation

what’s the point in leaving?

why leave when i’m not even there