I am not
afraid
of death.
I am
afraid
of not living.
I am afraid of
lips that shut to the rhythm of
a pulmonary valve that shuts to the rhythm of
my beating heart that shuts off
The red rawness of air
from searing my lungs
so that I
become
numb.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
I am not
afraid
of death.
I am
afraid
of not living.
I am afraid of
lips that shut to the rhythm of
a pulmonary valve that shuts to the rhythm of
my beating heart that shuts off
The red rawness of air
from searing my lungs
so that I
become
numb.
recurring imagery and thoughts it seems
