Reddose's: Poetry

3 - I Breathe

You breathe

You breathe

You breathe

You breathe

You breathe

I cannot

May I breathe through you

You open up your lungs

The smooth plasticine under my hands

I plug translucent tubes through both mangeries

Poising the other ends at my throat

I pierce through the scaled skin

But no blood comes through

I breathe