She said,
I am but a shell of death
Waiting for my last breath
Lace up my shoelaces
Sew me up with string
He inhaled,
Whistfully wheezing,
A molecule of nothing.
Snuffing up my grief,
My sanity seized.
She said,
They don’t live for me.
But I can’t help it,
Doesn’t make it easy,
Repeating history.
Live, he said,
Breathe for me.
how the ether speaks 