you

you helped me to breathe

when my lungs were in flames 

climbing up the stairway to my heart

eradicating my will to react

my hand shook to the falling ash 

filming around the skin where my pencil met you

you caressed words mangled so tight around 

into melodies of an almost beautiful sound

you were the catalyst to a crying corpse 

caustic in her ways

you helped me to breathe in a world deserted of trees.