A breath,

Inhale

is the resistance of bones trapped against skin,

flesh straining against bones,

the continuous drone of meat sighing and the harmonic thrumming of blood in a private symphony,

Exhale

And between the click and clack of bones is a whispered spark of light,

Like a ray of hope in this croaking, menagerie violence of life-

Inhale

when the soul to curl inwards to protect itself, with burnt edges of soft silk and lace,

Exhale-

but then light falls through a green canopy onto fluttering eyelids,

(Open your eyes)

and we move on.