Breath

I worship my breath
the deep, hollow depths of lung
that bring me to the highest
and lowest examples
of what it means
to be in me so hard
it hurts

One day to triumph over
the devil on my shoulder
as she burrows to my insides

whilst ripping my heart out of my chest
and piercing in it between my ears

I could have breathed deeper
for shorter and faster
for worse
Or better

It’s just you against yourself
out there in the wild

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