Breathe

"Oh learn to breathe, darling."

The stygian silence
efflugent,
like a thread velvet
and dripping
scarlet,
wrapped around the
neck in a garbled(,)
cerise madness,
slowly crawling
like snakes drowned
in crimson sibilance.

The ginger grip
excruciating,
so the quivering heart
cannot brook the dwindling
of air, pining as dogs
whining in loud whimpers, inter-
mittent like languid
rain. Hark, it is no
literary suspire.
Oh darling help him;
Teach him to breathe.

The brooding blood
effervescent,
as his face seared and
a grimace, the contortionist's
sleight of hand,
in random gulps
desperate to relief.
and his cheeks reddened,
began to douse
in tears.

So he almost said,
in halted, painful.
Breaths.

Love is a mistake,
that forgot how to cry.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 11:09 am