debris made of stardust trinkles past the cracks
in my fingers
broken, jagged jigsaws
of velvet sky
that flows to my eyes hiding
behind my open hands
in a makeshift shield
against the nature
that surrounds me and mummifies me
in living, breathing
nothing

air
it is choking
not making its way to my lungs
but gathering
in collective conspiracy in my throat
it is
hot, stifling
a half of an unformed tornado
i cry out
nothing

wordless
i am screaming things
that are animalistic
in their sound
anything to replace the nothing
my heart
thumping desperately in my rib
caged and nearly bursting
along with my lungs
that still need their air
that i keep exhaling
until i am empty
nothing
leaving my lips