19.5.18

Dark

It begins with a breath,
just a small breath of it down your neck, 
a wisp of it, creeping down past your skin,

swirls of it like smoke,
making way, swathering,
seeping into each crack and crevice
filling everywhere

like a blanket
covering, 
swaddling,
muffling everything, 

a cold warmth emanates,
and it's all you can do to breathe

to live and be smothered alive.

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