favor

your knuckles accidentally

brushing against mine.

the air thinning.

your sucking every oxygen in

and leaving nothing for me.

my lungs dying.

i breathe you in instead,

completely;

however tenderly;

killing me in the process.

i cry not for help

but for there is

no more life

to live.

- e.d.

28 February 2018

22:57