Blub Blub BLub
Pooling - swarming - rising above my chest
A buzz of a fan - the crinkled whispers of leaves
Fade off and drown into static.
What else is there? Why do I have to stay?
Can’t I leave? Can’t I go?
What is keeping me here, but you?
Hypocrite! Salty air on your tongue.
Theres nothing you can do now.
It’s at my nose.