Passing Through

mattsjustaroundthecorner:

Take a snippet from what
echoes I have left in my lungs – 
to cast air in form of melodies

and if ever you find yourself
in underneath someone else’s ribs
do you stop to notice how
the light floods in each moment
of release? 

The streets are filled 
punctured chests  – battered
and bruised into fingerprints,

when it rains – a tear passes 
through, cascades within
the rivers of our skin.

I am built and rebuilt from
the words who stayed

and once, forever was 
breathed into my lips

it learned to be finite 
exhausted in to tomorrows;

 loved ephemerally
in between the rise and fall
of what life I have yet to live. 

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