Oxygen (NaPoWriMo day 22)

Breathe.
Breathe.

Her lonely is palpable
Solid
An entity unto itself
A weight pressed down
Nightly
As naked as newborn skin
Supple
Fluid
Void of love
Full of fear
This lonely lies in wait
Vacillating
Until she is in her most
Vulnerable state
Shallow breaths
Body at rest
Heart slowly beating
Beneath her breasts
This lonely knows
The wanton abandon
Of her soul’s true call
Hears the ominous tone
Bearing down
On her beauty
Cradling her throat
As she struggles for air

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