Oxygenless
This breath struggles to understand
why I am demanding it’s presence.
This breath resists my insistence
that we remain inseparable.
This breath rebels against my command
to fill my body with another moment.
This breath defies my exhortation
to grant me the next insurgent breath.
These dissident breaths
that threaten to overthrow the hierarchy of command.
Breaths that mutiny against me
racing lightning fast, oxygenless,
disobeying every edict.
I am at their mercy, writhing,
desperately grasping for the control
that is slipping away.
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