l’air morte

the last breath which speaks to no one

though others may be present

others may be in the room or on the street when/where it happens

it dissipates into the surrounding air

as if its point of origin had never actually

been---

 

a few too many drinks before a car ride on a night with a bit of

black ice

a curiosity concerning a drug one has never tried, with no frame of reference besides the snide smile offering

a moment too long of cabin fever brand depression in a house alone with a stocked gun cabinet

a spouse cheating on their significant other who has just stirred up a fatal cocktail to offer them

a sickness eating from within which bears no signs on the face or the exterior until it is too late

a lover whose passion cannot stand another in the mix finding out how to correctly operate a pistol with a silencer

 

and blood fills the world

unparalleled

as the breaths subtract themselves away

into finality.