Thief

His smokey breath
whispers past your ears,
pulling, contorting, inhaling, entwining.
He calls this your freedom,
you call this his kingdom.

He’s the feeling you get
in the pit of your stomach;
the one that makes you feel like
you’re sinking.
Drowning.

He sits there,
hidden beneath
the flaps and
crevasses of your
organs…

behind your kidneys,
lodged underneath your heart,
pressed to the skin of your lungs,
twisted into your intestines.
Waiting.

He takes hold.
Digs nails, screams,
cuts skin, spits blood,
thrashes against your flesh,
and takes away your breath.

 

Laura Marie

Copyright: Laura Davis © 2016, all rights reserved.

 

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