Air Keeps Me Alive
I clench my fists and shake them in this space.
I clench my jaws and try to hold in air.
My heart throbs laboriously.
I always come back to this hell-
I clench my fists and shake them in this space.
I clench my jaws and try to hold in air.
My heart throbs laboriously.
I always come back to this hell-
Clenched fists and jaws.
Expressions escape both painfully and indignantly with each exhale.
Air- it keeps me alive.
As long as I care, I’ll keep beating the air.
Will it always be this awkward?
Air- it keeps me alive!
(C) Ileana Reich 2009
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