Sable sky

no... no... NO!!!!!!

under the sable sky
my arms sway frantically
i push i scuffle
still
i feel the weight pressing on

i kick
only into thin air
pointless
i must find another way

pressure pushing on
i am overpowered
the grip tightens
my larynx in pain
my breath quickens

i am still pushing
i am still scuffling

every breath i take
i lose a little
weaker and weaker

it is too strong
i cannot think
my mind is blank
cold
numb

it is too strong
i can hold on no more





i stop breathing.
under the sable sky.

wein