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Breath  
by Christina Sng 

Slowly,
I turn to fog,
Returning to my core,
Returning to the sky.

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Once I was soil,
Holding on to life,
Tiny seedlings
Aching to be born.

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Most curdled
And died,
Returning to fertilize
The ground.

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Others dreamed
Of distant shores,
And tore their way out
To the sun.

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They grew
And transformed,
Transformed
And grew.

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They spread
All over the land,
Devouring me,
Suffocating me

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Until I choked
And flailed,
Clawing the edges
Of the globe.

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I shattered,
Shards of me
Scattered
Into space

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Drifting endlessly
Until I became
Nothing more
Than dreams

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Than breath,
Dissipating
Into the Universe.
Once abundant life—

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Now eternal death.

 

Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.

More from Christina Sng:

A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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