To the rhythm of my broken breaths.
Pain fills these lungs of mine
As I drag smoke from death.
Thoughts clog my empty mind
Pushing, pulling, suffocating.
Fingers trace limbs and junctures
Of a body that doesn’t feel mine.
Cold knives cuts on my skin
I bleed a blood no one sees.
Yes, each morning sun touches my skin
But at night, it is the kiss of darkness
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