A Thousand Breaths
There’s nothing but melancholy, coloring the spaces between one breath and another in soft feathery greys. It’s the gentlest touch, too kind by far, but I don’t flinch at its face anymore, instead welcoming it to bed with me. As the greys fade to black,I breathe in and out and in and out until I am empty, my winged secrets loose.
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