withering

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

withering, 2022

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