Every picture
Becomes a narrative
Some word
Abstracted circumstances
And I'm back
Inside the photograph

Kiss me before I run
I cannot respire here
In this stifling emotion
People tell me
I am pale
But that's just because you bleed me dry
With the guilt that you force upon me

Nonetheless,
Kiss me before I collapse out of this photograph:
I need to feel
The rush
Of panic
One last time