Unholy Breath by Cohle Naumann My breath at night stutters in fright Sound asleep I pray to keep The air that which putters featherlight But then I feel, of the corporeal, a cold grips desire to reap. Crawling unto my lung They squeeze with claws of dark Growling hunger beads from their tongue Dripping and stripping my gut like stringybark. My body still asleep forgets to scream Jumpstarts my heart--thereupon my eyes next leap I am not where I ought to be! They misdeem! In the night I cross the river styx, my soul reaped--in the air is song of Hades’ threap. What have you done! Oh, weakling lung Jinxed by thine own--I lie undone. Artwork & Poetry by Kaitlyn Hurst
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