Breath, the Succubus. .Air, the Incubi

Kagoatweed's Rant: R&R and be inspired, but please don't steal ideas!

Distorted spheres

rush to freedom

rush to death.

I watch the symphony

from inside the instruments.

Under the water

bubbles

escape my lips.

air runs from me

yet i do not drown.

Pockets of air,

supposed salvation,

drip in upside-down gravity, and my heart slows.

and my brain quickens.

A pressure deep in my ears tries to convince me

to yawn...

but i am not that stupid.

Short breaths.

Through my nose.

The air is there.

I become an immortal.

I exist...

where 'touch' is lost,

now 'life' is gained,

in an impossible paradox,

this,my sky-seeking body in a bay-breathing world.

My brain strains to acknowledge limbs

strains to feel water on skin,

elbows on knees,

feet on ground,

but does not feel enough to make a

decisive conclusion.

My chest tightens, i breathe in.

My head pounds, i breathe in.

My vision flutters.

I Breathed In.

I ran with all distortion.

The symphony reached a crescendo...

and cut off.

I succumbed to persuasion.

and immortality was lost

lost to a world of water

Where I Could Not Breathe.