Lungs-- grey
I am undying with death's lips barely brushing
My dead man hands
Yellowed

No, not yet,
But close, oh, so close.
Torment to die and know you still live.
Don't look, don't feel
Your hand in my chest—claw apart

Help

It's around my heart—squeeze shut

Stop

It's around my throat—swallow down

No

It's around my jawline—lock up

Please

It's around my eyelids—tear open

*No, please, stop

I don't want this, and neither do you