There is a caution in my windpipe.
I was driven from the peace that once sat
In the cradle of my heart—
those rushing lullabies, soft soothes became
Waves crashing liquid suffocation,
Metronomically, clogging mouth & throat.
I can't embrace the mistrust. I can't breathe it. I can only drown in it. I can only panic.
Here's a kiss that always whispers "goodbye."
Here's a time that never comes, but always tics—tocking like its arrived but it's a lingering shadow.
I breathe the caution like liquid oxygen—
And drown deeper down.