March 27, 2013
There is nervousness in the way she moves,
A stifling tiredness behind her eyes,
And a plea of desperation at the corners of her lips.
I see her breathe in,
And her chest literally shakes with the heaviness of it.
Her pupils twine into mine like pale,
Faint beacons of trust and hope.
I breathe in easily and slowly.
There is only enough oxygen for one of us.

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TheWordShaker This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 15, 2013 at 11:08 pm
I totally don't understand what this is about, but boy howdy does it EVER give me the chills. Especially that last line. And that picture is just too perfect. Brilliant job, excellent word choice, awesome imagery, and a killer last line (pardon the pun)...GREAT job.
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