Jul 12 2011
Suffocating
He’s the air that I breathe.
And I’m suffocating,
yearning
for the sweet relief of my burning throat
after what feels like years
under-water,
pleading for a breath of the poluted oxygen I so dearly crave.
R e a c h i n g out to pull his lips to mine.
To gasp in the one thing he can give me, the thing I need.
So brief, that spark that ignites my world, leaving me utterly confused.
The polluted air, doing what it always does.
Dizziness overwhelms me. Death one step closer.
Foul,
disgusting,
revolting.
His sickness enters my lungs.
He’s spreading a disease.
Making me jealous,
insecure
depressed.
Making me hate myself and all that I stand for.
Sometimes I wish he had let me die.
Your work is always powerful, and this did not fail to live up to that. Very well done.
I appreciate that very much.