Shrinking

Shrinking. Fading. Swallowing. Breathing. A touch like death. Hoaxing me into vivid slumber. Suspended in thick air. Caressed by the slightest disruption. Disturbed by negligible stillness. Consumed by nothing and everything at the same instant. I don’t belong to you. I am a fallen fruit of this world. Eaten up by its very own callous nature.