The fear is real
Colder on the inside, like aching limbs
flimsy things
made for moving about.
You need it until you don't
and when you wont the air is thick,
giving you new ways to feel safe
in a clumsy world.
You will never be alone long enough
to want it.
I am a whisper.
This is what you become when you
need, to breathe, endlessly.
I will teach you how to hold in exhales,
until the very end.
Fear desire like you can touch it,
it is hot and you are cold,
deep in your bones like aching limbs.
And nothing can warm you.