death is in my lungs i think

it can't be everywhere

i can't be sensing that whiff

 - sweet, cloying

   over-ripe, nauseating

   heavy in the nose

   heavy in the lungs

   heavy in the head

   heavy in the air and in the gut - 

                                 everywhere

it can't be following me 

it can't be that death is everywhere

and my dead always with me
                                 it can't be me

it must be that death is in my lungs
and all i need to do to escape it

is keep breathing

                       out