An expression in saline

Lacking context beyond the bounded rivulets staining my cheeks


As though a torch bearing mob

Hunting my demon mind

Hastens its descent

Breaths come with generous pauses

Consideration of the decision making process to continue taking them

When infants and children go into cardiac arrest, typically, it is the result of exhaustion

Their tiny bodies unaccustomed to lifting the weight of existence with their diaphragms

Some people never adjust

We ride the hard edge of exhaustion clear through the crash

Beauty is my breakdown

Never more potent will I be than in the breath before extinction

When, perhaps, the inestimable number of breaths between now and death becomes daunting

Beyond comprehension

When the literal physical sensation of ache consumes

Creation itself converges on the instance of my mind

The point at which silence becomes more appealing than heaven

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