Breathe

I breathe
The stench of
Panic

Breaking open and
Spilling innards
In the middle of the road
Like some drunk
That cant remember
what she did last night
In her effort to forget

I breathe
Her halitosis curling
Its rancid desire
in my nostrils
Expelling from
Tar choked lungs
I wretch with compassion

I breathe
And cradle her head in my hands
Look at her ravaged mouth
Her chewed nipples
Slender fingers tapering
To drawn knives dipped in red enamel

I breathe
Dim lanterns
Far back in dark caverns
A salt edged hope
Spilling
A river
Down a sunken,
Dying desert skin
The final window