i n h a l e x h a l e l a h n i

i played around with the format again. whoop whoop.

If air is a fluid, then I am slowing drowning in all these

                  inhales
            exhales
                  inhales
            exhales

in an attempt to revive me.

If love is a drug, then I am going through withdrawal.

(I think that’s accurate.)

I’ve woken up in the middle of the night,
      skin saturated in cold sweats,
      absorbing back into my flesh �"
pointless purging

          i n h a l e

                  exhale

             inhale
                            exhale
                   inhale
                                 e x h a l e

If air is a fluid, then I am drowning every time these psych majors say

      breathe

Humans are 70% water, and
in a room filled with fluid, it sure is
empty of you.

Reviews

[Robert Lindsay]

Its written creatively by playing with the shape of the text to slow down the readers eyes to rythyms of breathing etc. It seems to be a poem of intense self awareness breathing sweating drowning in emotions. Poetry maybe helped get you through to the morning light! Talented self-expression Sage!

[Lewis Tate]

This is so unique and original. I love how you use breathing as dragging this out, and how it expressed love not found, just waiting. Love keeps us all spiritually alive, so I think drowning in air is what we're doing when we don't have it. Oh and the interesting format is great. Loved this, keep it up.