Breath my life in your lungs and taste the bitterness that lingers on the tip, not of others pains or suffering but what my life has tasted like for so long.
Could others on every exhale, exhibit the thoughts of what was in every particle released. Or was my pain only exhibited in features, no they realized in every expulsion of my breath what was silently said.
Its not an aroma many would like, retching, gagging on the truths that have been swallowed for so very long. Inhale my life and see how long you can hold a breath.