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Breath
I can’t see any of the light
Everything else is tightening,
It adjusts as I exhale
Breathing becomes frightening.
The air is more like muddy water
It settles with a patronizing ease,
I feel like I’m swallowing cement
Stuck in a disdainful breeze.
I could just close my eyes
For a private sermon in my church,
Drink the blood of old apostles
Spit it out and start to lurch.
I listened keenly to my chaplain
Tried to exorcise my foetal guilt,
I’ll hang myself with bloody rags
I’ll use to clean the blood that’s spilt.
Bury me with the rest of them
The ghosts will lie on top of me,
Their blackened lenses kising mine
Haunted by what I will see.
I don’t want it to be right
And I’m happy with my flaws,
Limitless but only if
The future was in my befores.
Please don’t call me when you read this
The lines I learned must lay to rest,
Let the breeze blow over me
It’s only breath that I detest.
