My lungs are filling with the smoke you fed me
Turning black until I can no longer pass oxygen through them
Until I'm struggling for air,
tears roll down my face
and hit my chest
mocking the rising and falling that would occur
if I had the ability
But my body is racked with sobs
from the absence of air
I try to breathe through your lungs
but you're holding your breath
Because you don't want to share
your life giving respiration
with someone you wounded
When I try to explain to you
that I only want to borrow what you took from me
it comes out as ragged gasps
So what's the point
in trying to breathe