I can hear their breathing
Their thick vapor descending with
varying viscosity. It's slowly embalming
the air sacs. Choking the life
from my breathing.
I can hear their hearts beating
The hum-drum of a thousand foot
soldiers marching. The vibrant oscillations
shaking Munch's terror free. Thundering
down and bruising my soul.
I can hear their lips moving
The Jibber-jabber mumbling in my
bones. And I can't see their words
falling out of their throats. Their brazen
words burning down into my flesh.
Can't they see my eyes moving.
Could you call them and tell them I need help?
Marcellino Carlo
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