Restless, can't breathe.
A lump of annoyance thumping inside my stomach.
I stumble into the liquid air of autumn's fake coolness.
Suffocating stagnant dimension.
Sit down
and try to
Breathe.
Lungs remain crumpled.
Nostrils are redundant organs.
Light up my gills and
Suck.
Air
Passing through me
like water...
Gravity pulling,
snuffing down, smothering down,
the ulcer within.
Staring into the blinding roadside lamp light,
White wisps of chiffon layering over honey circular glows,
as I silently sigh my life away...
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