Saturday 1 March 2014

air supply.

Fingers close around my throat
Thumbs press on my larynx
Tightens grasp
And the air leaves me
Momentary,
I exist in a world without function
Sparks dance in my eyes
And my brain hungers 
Starved of life
Throat is parched, dry
Chest paralysed
I feel it caving in
Against its will
No consent for this
Blood, ceases
The flow is cut
No spluttering,
I long for stillness, for
A stop.

Release.
And it rushes back
Life resumes
Body rises
I drink it in
The sweetness of it
Cool and clear
And cleansing
Purging my body of
Piling toxins 
Heart pumps vivaciously
Rhythm restored
Lesson learnt.





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