Tick tock tick tock.
"When will my breath stop?"
Apparently not appropriate conversation to make at my family gathering.

The chicken is delightful. Would you give me the recipe? (murmurs of agreement around table)

"I wasn't kidding. I avoid pools, yoga and beautiful people that take my breath away so I don't have to deal with slight fluctuations in my oxygen intake!"

The table was set up perfectly by the kids, don't you think? Granted they forgot the wine glasses! (adults chuckle)

"I can't help but imagine those pillowcases in our chests that expand occasionally, as if rotating fans face them. It's an obsession of mine!"

Oh I think Johnny's about to fall asleep! Is there a guest bed room I can let him rest in? (assistance follows)

"Why won't you listen! When I take off my T-shirts, I count down and gulp the air before pulling the fabrics off, out of fear of being found dead, half-naked due to suffocation."

Oh Laurie I really shouldn't have dessert, I'm trying to watch my weight, but let me help you bring it out? (chattering of women on the way to the kitchen)

"Don't you know that I carry both an oxygen tank and an assortment of plants and trees wherever I go. I insert the tubes or the vines into my nose so that even when I'm gone my lungs may never stop rising."

(speaker dies the next day in car crash)

I am Not your ******* puppy
I am Not “whipped” or “trained”

There's so many words that left unspoken in my mind
I was lost in thought and now I couldn't find
The right words to say
Is there even a perfect word to say for you to stay?

Or let's say I did
Is my voice be heard?
Would it echo to your soul,
Or be gone into a black hole?

You're just reading a blob of words
Like useless swords
Displayed but never equipped
Epitome of me, noticed but not picked

I could write a whole list of loves
But why would I
If you won't read it?

l.v.s

It happened long ago, in the sidewalk of the street
The street, the main city’s main street! A boulevard, Sweet Saint Pete
A pile of unherting junk started to sink, a hole started to grow
Ignored, underestimated, there were bigger threats after all.
A hole people walk on
Fed by every step
When does a hole turn into a pit?
A pit, dreadful, pitiful pit
One that doesn’t stop growing
Deep enough, people can’t get out

Deep enough, a violent fall


Deep enough, an utter death



Deep Enough, Murphy’s Law
A society’s flaw