My Oxygen
You lick the tendons of my oxygen-
sucking away my breath bit by bit,
heartbeat by heartbeat-
I am drained like a broken thermometer,
mercury spilling onto the floor
like a small pool of ink.
There is no remedy -
hope has sailed its sinking ship
and I sit around silently
like egg-shell white paint
drying on the living room walls.
Effacing myself was never a choice
so I drifted away from you
like a blue balloon flying away
from a child's distraught hand.
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