Lungs

Lungs

Sand, paper and dust,

raging fires beneath the surface

a giant’s footstep on the back

black ink dripping down the throat

tears (un-)spilled

and blood longing for air.

 

Sand, paper and dust,

shredded and broken

a prizefighter’s punch in the chest

lifeless wings unfolding in a storm

shattered lungs

and a breath never taken.

 

Sand, paper and dust,

crumbled, brittle.

Rust.