Breathe
Such a simple thing to do
Air rushing in
Filling your lungs with precious oxygen
Blood cells collecting the O2
Transporting it throughout your body
So many little things
That add up to so much more:
Life
It would be so easy
To destroy the whole system
To stop the inner workings
To die.
I stop breathing
I imagine the blood cells
Waiting to go
The brain struggling to comprehend
That no air is being inhaled
I wait
Feeling the body trying to override my actions
I breathe
Relief floods my body
As the blood cells
Transport their cargo around
Everything back to normal
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