Every breathe draws me deeper.
The air spikes my lungs with hasty coolness.
There is a stillness to the water that calms me.
Colours paint the leaves with ferocity.
Among the quiet, I notice his apprehension.
His cinder endeavors to stay lit.
Holding on to something that can no longer fester.
The end of the rope has been gnawed almost completely.
The edges frayed from holding on.
The formation of words is lost to me,
All I can offer is silence.