"Lungs"

By:Cassandra Freiborg 3/19/06

Lungs,

so excruciatingly tight,

cant breath,

in this night.

Outside its cool,

a spring breeze,

floats through my window.

God I wish I could taste it.

Chocking,

on suppressed screams,

that I've been holding in,

for years now.

Wide eyes searching.

scanning the sky,

any sign of life out there,

I'd surely see it.

Under the covers,

its like the fires of hell,

have become my blanket.

Satan's claws dig through my back,

creating gaping wounds,

for fresh bloody black wings,

to extend outwards.

Clutching my chest,

gasping for air,

surely this cant be the end.

A silhouette in my window,

blocking out the stars,

I'd been so desperately,

grasping for.

He takes my hand,

places a kiss upon my cheek,

and whispers in my ear.

Icy breath on my throat,

I tingle all over,

and feel lightened,

by his firm grasp,

I sit up,

pulling out from the hell fire blanket,

and I breath for the first time,

in minutes,

decades,

I cant be sure.

The eyes are boring into me,

and I know this is judgment day,

by night.

Will my sins be pardoned,

by this angel of mercy,

who so kindly stripped my of the heat,

and brought soothing breath,

to my parched lungs.

A tear slides down one cheek,

and he lets go slowly,

and I drop back onto my bed,

surely damned.

My lungs,

so excruciatingly tight,

cant breath,

in this night.

Outside its cool,

a spring breeze,

floats through my window.

God I wish I could taste it.