there were so
many wires
around her
body, all
slithering;
an intricate
puzzle that
would never
figure its way
out by itself.
the beeping:
monotonous
flat and so
languid for
your vivid
tastes in
music.
the
air:
d
e
a
d
YOU ARE READING
Breaths
Poetry❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015
