I am no more than a breath at a time.

I wrote this a few months back. It isn't my best or even really finished. I just need the courage to post something without fearing judgement.

I am no more than a breath at a time.

My body isn't me.

It is a stretch of land made from harsh words covered up with the promises of purchases.

A mess of signals stretching down from stems of cells beginning in my head and ending somewhere below.

Their meaning scrambled and turned into useless pulses.

I am no more than a breath at a time.

Author's Note

I don't normally write things like this. One of the few times I have. I normally write fiction stories, but oh well.

Reviews

[Broken Serenity]

Truly breathtaking in content. Something I can personally connect with easily. The line being repeated was an excellent touch. It is a very deep poem that I feel tells the narrators story without anything additional. I would suggest changing the formatting. It's flow isn't very good centered. Either make the lines have a proportionally aesthetic long to short ratio or simply reformat. Your use of periods suggests a pause which I wasn't exactly sure if you wanted to be included in how the reader hears it. Additionally the phrase 'promises of purchases' was something I didn't understand. I wondered if it was an allusion to BDSM/S&M or maybe a metaphor for a relationship?

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Wow! Well-written and very powerful view of self. "I am no more than a breath at a time" is such an eloquent statement that renders the reader sad at the same time. And, all too often our affection is bought with promises and gifts. Great write - I cannot wait to see where your writing takes you.