Monday, April 18, 2011

Punched



Breathing
Used to be involuntary
Begging
Is how I get air to my heart

Blood
From my nose

F
l
o
w
s

Down
My
Chin
And d
        r
        i
        p
        s
            in red splats
On
The
White
Tile
Floor
Next to my black polished shoes
With a lone blade
Of green grass
Stuck to its
Sole

Your departure punched me in the face
Paralyzed my lungs

Breathing used to be
Involuntary

1 comment:

Kim Nelson said...

I felt the punch in my gut when I read this. Excellent writing.

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