Breath

Brain Rummage

Silence. Excruciatingly loud.

Emptiness. Filling all space.

Being forced to live without air. Reprieve by death, an option not provided.

Existence without breath. A perfect paradox.

You are what fills my lungs with life, but,  in breathing you,  I pull the life from yours.

I live without breath so that you may breathe. New life.

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