Fog.
By h2whoa
I breathe heavily. The air gushes out of my lungs, As though even it needs to escape me. I can not see, As the dense fog closes, Around my throat. Is it trying to stop, My lungs' evacuation? I hear my name. I am the fog, And you are me, But you are more. I ooze my way across, The uneven, unseen terrain, Reaching out for you, As you whisper my name. I can not find you, And I must remain as fog. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 08:38 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I breathe heavily...."