Just another day
For me in the future,
You'll wake up,
to the sounds of your own breathing.
Heaving in and out
making little use of the air you have left.
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Afterwards you'll try to protect your last bit of breath,
by covering your body.
With the blanket enveloping you,
you'll look like a human burrito.
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Snugly burrowing into your bed sheets,
you will slowly suffocate,
under the weight of your own lungs.
Makes eyelids go limp and arms go numb.
Until a counterpart of the sun,
pierces through the veil
unraveling all
my thoughts
except
for
one
I'll tell myself,
"Just another day"
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