these lungs can no longer hold
the sharpness of a scream
they shape around poems
deflate, inflate
collapse
punctured
these lungs struggle to breathe
the slight whistle
of escaping air
a reminder of the rib
that fractured it -
a reminder of the vows we made
'til death do us part'...
oh, good stuff!
ReplyDeleteThank you Efi.xx
Deletethat rib, the dingus Adam knew nothing of those obsidian teeth. Good work.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerri.xx
Deletepowerful, the imagery so so powerful
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah.xx
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