unable to breathe.
incapable of functioning.
soon to break, constant to ache.
spinning and breathing you in
through feet and bodies of torture.
waves of hands and waves in my stomach.
i am a glutton for punishment;
stubborn with hope.
throwing the towel is not an option.
i've known this ever since.
the confirmation lies in the reality before me.
if only i could breathe past tonight.
i will, if only to continue this cycle.
