Hanging In The Air Tonight
The smell
of one's own sweat
deep to the back
of the sinuses
The touch
of thick, course fibers
embracing the throat
The sight
of the stars peaking
through old shed walls
The taste
of dust and wood
pulled deep
coating one's lungs
The sound
of neck bones snapping
then
not
even
the
sense
of
nothing
April 26, 2018
Tressa Lee Breen
Holy hell that was intense! Awesome!
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