Life’s Breath

Thought I might try a darker mood leading up to Hallowe’en. Cushions to the ready. What? You never hid behind a cushion at Hammer House of Horror? You haven’t lived!

 

Grasped around

My throat,

These fingers taut.

Air received,

Reduced

To all but naught.

Sparkling lights

Illumine

Endless dark.

Squeeze some more.

End

This vital spark.