Breath
It all started with a little kiss
As I light your fire
And burn in your light in the dark
Knowing this may be the first breath I’ll take, I take you in.
In between, those triumphant smiles
As you consume my mind
And grace spirits and muses in my soul.
Feeling this may be the best breath I’ll take, I take you in deeper.
At long last, the final huff
Watching you disappear into a haze
You turn blue, gray… and vanish forever.
Realizing this may be the last breath I’ll take, I let you go slowly.
Until then, I will live and die, just for your breath.
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You’re currently reading “Breath,” an entry on Anthology of Anger
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- June 29, 2009 / 4:13 pm
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My name is Marocharim. “An Anthology of Anger” is my attempt at doing literature. I write non-fiction and essays at the most, but I’ll try to write poetry and fiction here. I approach this field as a beginner, at best. I am not an expert in literature; I consider myself a student of writing. At least, I want to free myself from the constraints of what I can do as a writer, and explore meaning in the literary. At most, I’m using this anthology as a way of channeling my anger.
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