snatching aspiration out of oxygen
pushing aside molecules
to retrieve what is needed.
asphyxiation fostered by ash floating serenely
grey particles bring tranquility
along with a sensation of an intolerable tenderness.
twitching & edgy
positioning ourselves at the core of discomfort
just to see how much we can endure.
encountering everlasting nights of pure thought
a desire for action
a yearning to halt the perpetual thirst for vengeance.
yet nothing
taking a step back
releasing the silver blade meant to scathe all
that crossed our path
purification washed over us.
color renewed to the skin,
shards of guilt and betrayal the structure to this frail frame--
now healing
in need of a long rest
waiting for the inevitable
nothing at all.
d.n.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
