That heavy, weightless feeling

'Tis Dark.

Who turned out the light?

I hate this heavy-hearted, light-headed feeling.
It is love broken.

Pillow.

Over.

Face.

Open mouth to breathe

that fabric right on in.

Knee to the throat.

Brake the trachea.

Fist to the torso. 

Fracture three neighboring ribs.

Punctured lung.

...Deflate.

Please, remove the bag from my head.

I'd rather have a tag on my toe.

Fight-to-Win.

Claw the dirt.

Struggle.

Kick.

Wiggle.

Retreat.

Gasp.

Just let a little in.

I’ll make it last.

I promise.

My lungs do not work well

Now that I cannot breathe you in.

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