Rowan Keary

INHALE– EXHALE

INHALE
A cold breeze sways my hair in complete silence.
A piercing breath hitches, at the back of my throat.
My eyes well up again, I don’t know why.
I can’t wait.
I can’t stop.
Can barely hold in.
I don’t want this.
Can’t live on like this.
 
SCREAM
Searing through radio silence, shattering this madness.
Tearing through my lungs
Deafening, frightening
For there’s nothing left to say now.
No air left.
Creaking into a longer silence.

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