Fall to the floor, I can hardly breathe
I scrape my knees as I bow for you
Inhaling lies like they’re oxygen, it would be easier to hold my breath. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel nothing anymore. It would be easier to stop, to die.
But surely that would admit defeat, and I refuse to quit.
I refuse.
So, I will fight and take all I can until my lungs bleed, and I can no longer breathe through the tatters of my chest. There is skill in keeping breathing, and I will hone this ability. I will suck up every single lie until I shatter. Until it all gets too much, and I explode with the pain. The hurt. The rage.
Until then, in and out.
Breathe.
In and out. Regulate. Inhale the lie. Inhale the pain. Cutting into my lungs; thorns slicing me to shreds. With every breath I remember all you promised and all you never delivered.
Every breath.
In out. In out. In out. In.
I fall to the floor, my head hits the stone
My body embraces the void
Taken from a collection of dark poetry, prose, vignettes and illustrations. Find out more about my anthology, The Menagerie, or have a listen to the playlist.
It's really nice how you used a physical act (breathing) to explore emotional turmoil. Thank you for sharing.
I also have a personal question I wanted to ask, I left it inbox, when you have time please check it out..
Dark and beautiful, as I have come to expect from you 💕 Great piece