Just breath

Breath. Take another breath.

Take another.

Just keep breathing.

Going from one to the next is a struggle.

The air got thicker when you left.

Ever breath adds weight to me, pulling me down.

How is it possible to feel so heavy when I have gaping Chasm in my chest?

My heart broken into a thousand shattered pieces that stab into me with each inhale.

Each of those inhales trying to fill the black hole that you left, but causing more suffering.

Each exhale makes me empty and lifeless, a monetary reprieve from the agony.

It feels masochistic to breath, but I have to.

So I breath.

Take a breath. Take another.

Enough breaths make up a day.

It passes with the slowest counting.

At night, after hours of insomnia, my mind flooded with images of us, the torture unbearable,

I finally succumb to exhaustion.

I wake to an abyss of pain.

I take a breath. I take another.