Gasp

The sudden intake of air

cleanses me.

 

I don’t know what it is like

to fall through a cloud,

but I imagine it is like meeting

God.

 

My lungs have been full

of nothing since I was a child;

thanks dad for smoking

all the damn cigars you pleased.

 

And my legs did not work so

well so it took me way too long

to finally get away.

 

 

 

Tempest Brew is someone. She enjoys coffee, wine, and dancing badly with the shades drawn.