My Own Air
by Violet V.
· 29/12/2025
Published 29/12/2025 16:50
Three AM, the house a hollow bone.
And then, the rasp.
My own breath.
In and out, in and out.
Like a secret engine, failing.
A whisper that won't stop.
Filling the dark room,
filling my head.
Not a sigh.
Not a rest.
Just the constant friction
of existing.
Each pull, each release,
a small, harsh testament.
To what? To just being here.
Too loud.