snap,
those were the last strings holding me together
and I'm suspended in air
that seeems too thin to breathe from,
suffocating my lungs that are starved for oxygen
but still thick enough to breath
and be a l i v e
and sometimes I think thats worse.
YOU ARE READING
Bones
PoetryAnd soon this body of mine will be bones with only strings of flesh to keep it together.