breathe.
breathe.
breathe.

breathe.

breathe.

breathe.
breathe.

breathe.
underneath the flesh you’ll find
the writhing mass of blood that’s mine.
it leaps and twirls like graceful dancers,

it scrapes my bones and leaves unanswered.

breathe.

breathe.
breathe.

breathe.
what’s the point of taking breaths
when im dizzy and coiled and trapped on my bed?

my chest rabbits up
and it rabbits back down.
i’m breathing, or trying, but i still end up drowned.

breathe.
breathe.

breathe.

breathe.

i’m losing
perception of every direction.
infested, infected with fear and depression.

breathe.

breathe.

breathe.
breathe.


breathe.