The Aftertaste

Twenty Nine

The water feels
Warm against my aching skin
And the blood flow feels
Even warmer than any sort of affection
I have received during my
Not probably lived life
I can see my life in tattered glimpses
And I can almost hear your voice Asking me why
Saying I'm sorry
But why are you sorry?
Don't be sorry
I'm not sorry
Or maybe I am
I won't bother you with the profanities
I'm taking my last breathes
Ordeals don't interest me at the moment
I have no time to waste
I'll spare you my philosophies
And all the unnecessaries
My chapped lips can utter in this sacred moment
I'll only tell you this
I'm the kind of human wreck that you love
But not quiet enough

I know I shouldn't like
The way water
Fills up my lung cavities
But in this suffocating moment
I finally know how to breathe
And it feels like
Every breakthrough I had ever had
It feels like the break of
Every sunlight against the nights darkness
It feels liberating
To know I will leave
Everything
Everyone
My disoriented body
My bamboozled mind
To no longer bear the pain of staying

-hush now, I can hear the angels