Last Breath

The sun shines brightly
Overhead, and the sky is
A beautiful blue.

But the air…it burns.
It crackles as it licks my
Arms and singes my

Skin. The air is thick.
Heavy. Oppressive. Crushing.
It steals every breath.

But the sun shines on.
And from behind closed windows,
It’s a lovely day.

(c) 2016. All rights reserved.

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