breathe in
attempting to
I hear my lungs squeak
a guttural sound
hoarse
frail
fresh air
battles its way
struggling to make it past
what feels like the end of me
wheezing
crashing
grasping
laboring heavily
to push down sweet oxygen
I feel each failed breath
puts a nail into my lungs
broken
stifled
toxic
sick
I am

Hugs. This image is captivating… I love it. 🌹🤍🌹
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Thank you, wondrous Allison. Coming from you it means the world to me. ❤️
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