Death Breath.

if you’d like to see the breath of death

turn your eyes to the city streets out(in)side

bleak and dreary, like

winter snow

the fire of ice cold precision, raptured and pale

It render’s me weak in hours of solitude flesh and bone

Strewn across the seas

lingering taste of salt in wounds;

with bodies forever broken,

instrumental ribcages breaking out of tune

and,

dying is fine

Author's Note

abstract piece, so be gentle with reviews, haha.

Reviews

[Robin]

A kaleidoscope of interpretation and perspective .

[I Shred This Cabbage]

a lovely abstraction :)
i see you reach for these city streets with an instinct whose light's sweetest promise lies, never retiring in the large dark eyes of winter.
irrevocable time startling perspective,with nothing missed.