Speak Not of Missing Breath

All talk of slow crumbling

Or gradual breakdown,

Any hint of slow decline

Simply won't be found here.

He plagues the slow descent, his

Fall is too fast. "Save me,"

It repeats, "Could you save me?"

It repeats, "Save me, please,"

And he cannot turn it off.

He heaves, "No need to hear

What is not here," and he heaves,

Ignores the gasping, pays

No heed to suffocating,

Does not notice lack of

Breathing. And he heaves, choking.

He speaks of not speaking,

"I need no saving," he said.

No talking, no saving.

Just falling and no breathing.