Chest rising, falling, waves of life ripple within that hollow chest you hold.
Your t-shirt is cotton. 1000 little fibres, like heaven to the backs of my hands as
I gently trace the contours of your ribcage, hiding those bones that are so fragile against
The blue-grey clouds of mattress we found on the street

Do you know pain?
With your eyes shut, the worries imprinted on your skin fade away.
You look so peaceful, chest rising. Falling.
The moonlight carves your features feather light.
Still you softly let air circulate through your lungs..that angel of oxygen is so kind to you.
You toss and turn in your sleep, while the tendrils of your hair speak of harder times.
You breathe so smoothly.. how long have you been afraid of the dark?

Those blankets form mountains on dust laden floorboards, without footprints for friends.

Thrashing through these storms that enter the cavities of your skull.
Breathe in, breathe out. Chest rise, chest fall.
The stars are reminders of the black, open your eyes to let them shine.
Disrupted now, my animal saviour with the toothpick legs.
You run on instincts when you are blinded.
Where are you going with those pretty little lungs of yours?

Birch bark flesh, you peel your cover off with sweat beaded finger tips,
Are you tired of that mask now?
Coca cola honey dripping from your pores, you have a funny way of cleaning up, darling.
You are a mess in an aluminum disguise, slathered in the paint of raw.
Your chest rises and falls, and the night breathes it's way into you.
Calm now.. coming to a perfect still.

A mannequin of glass, you once hurt so badly.
But mornings are for new beginnings, so it is only the night that taunts you now.

And now you breathe.
You breathe, you breathe, you breathe and you fall.