Posted in Blog, Original Poetry, Writing

Vivisepulture

I thought about it most
all the different ways
to sever the grip
from my ever burning lungs.
I thought water
should be the only way to drown,
then realized
there’s more than one way to asphyxiate.
Breathing slow,
far below the ground.

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