A poem about a girl surrounded by suffocating strangeness. |
I sense sweat In the smoky air. Is this why I can't breathe? Tonight is steamy thick And inhaling is like Swallowing syrup. Dish me an excuse, Pass a glass of scapegoat. Will you please take the blame For my respiratory defection? My streaming eyes see Smirks and heavy glasses, Checkered tablecloths. My straining ears hear Bawdy laughter And a steady rhythm, Unlike my struggling lungs. My nose, pinched and small, Fights to smell tobacco From sweet cigars and The delicacy of sinful sherry. My trembling fingertips Grasp so tightly On his steady shoulder, Cotton cloth. He'll catch me when I stop trying. My undulating tongue Held captive behind Clenched teeth, Swells without Moisture, My lips, Dry and bleeding Are volcanic craters Breaking under pressure but, I'm too busy to notice, Too busy trying. I look around and Suffocate, cramp, Shrink. I see the heat, Rippling through the air, Taste the heat, Filtered between my teeth, Smell the heat, Through nostrils flared, Hear the heat, In waves like sound, Feel this heat, No. My skin is numb, For I am too busy trying. Blue is my blood, No oxygen. Blue are my lips, No oxygen. I forgot to cough yet it is futile to try. This is my attempt And I can't breathe. |