Breathe Out

inhales are inevitably followed by exhales

It’s funny how mirrors can carelessly throw your reflection in angles that cut through the light in the room.

How distorted must my mind be to see a mirage of something that is not there?

How fogged is my vision to step on these frayed edges of an overwhelming something and to think that its timeless threads exist for me?

It is an out-of-body experience, really.

It is disorienting to see my face in the window and to know that it is not real and that it is not me.

Flames dance outside of the room with a dark hunger and an unforgiving hiss.

But I can only feel a muted warmth waft in from the crack in the door

Am I actually in here?

 

It is empty

Empty walls

Empty mind

All of these emotions keep seeping out of my skin and out of my mouth

They look pretty in the dark

Ribbons dancing in an airless room

Such beautiful and vibrant colors

Coated in a sea of oblivious night

But now I am left pale and lukewarm

Heartbeat slowed

Breath shortened and distant

And the colors drift drift drift away

How I wish I could drift away with them.