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 - 
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

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