it was air.

a frivolous pursuit.

I learned to fill my lungs

for the next sigh.

collapse withstanding,

I left my hands


in your vessels.

i am carried,

your breath quickens.

and the solitude-

a  benign trickle

starts to flow.

– sheila c.

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