Breaths shorter than the time it takes to cry for help.
Heavy, heavy:
Like sand - heavy and hard to catch.
Heavy, heavy:
The weight of the ocean - heavy and all around.
Heavy, heavy:
Guilt, Shame, Hopelessness - blocking the air, crowding her lungs.
Eyes try to water the parched lips,
The beverage derails.
The lips part
To let the light in - the oxygen at the end of the tunnel.
Heavy from existing
The lips close,
Dragging her forehead to the ground.
‘One day at a time’,
says he. And like Houdini,
The breath breaks free.
She’ll be fine.
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