Inhalation


My lungs are
learning how to
breathe without bumping
into barb wire;

I stopped
coughing up
razor blades
but can’t seem
to stop sending
moments to Auschwitz.

I sabotage
a beating heart
throwing grenades
with invisible linchpins;
the shrapnel splattering
across a face
vandalized by tears;


breath so broken each
inhale becomes ether

Throat transforms to napalm
scorching the chest like
a burning village.

I touch my lips,
close my eyes and remember;
feels like the easiest breathing
I’ve ever done was when she
listened to me
fall asleep.





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