Final Breath

 

This bottle is fragile

What I can say, filtered, safe

Pushing, pulsing

Contained for now

 

This tongue bleeds

Bitten and held

Breathe; soft words, alone.

 

They cannot see

Yet, I am they, and I must

Hold it, wait…

I cannot hold them…

 

They have jumped

From the cliff

Pummeled and broken

 

And I grieve

Sacrificed to falsities

Led astray in the glow

Turn it off; see!

 

Truth was always here

Beside you and with, within.

Breathe and be.

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