Under Your Thumb

Under Your Thumb

By Allie Marie


I crawled into the space beneath your thumb

and now I can’t get out.

My breathing worries me,

if I can even manage to remember to breathe.

Your fingerprint is my demise.

I’m over dramatic without even having to try.

I know I’m letting this get the best of me,

when there is so much more that could be.

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