Monday 26 August 2013

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



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