cough
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It began with wings,
leathery skin of a night dweller.
Hiding in plain sight under the veil of darkness.
It could not live nor die, it only was.
Coated in toxicity and bathed in the very blood that worshiped it.
She sat in her 1994 Geo-Tracker, in the school parking lot--
feet on the dash and all.
She was sipping on Robitussin, and smoking a cigarette.
I wake at midnight to the sound of myself.
Holding every breath
-it's no use.
Can't breathe.
Cant sleep.
It barks out of me like a rabid dog.
Every
time
I
feel
These cold hands are stuggling
Can't get warm if anything
I try and try again
Only to get colder than
The heart of this dead body walking
I can't resist the coughing
