Aria Siren

Fresh Air

I have removed your thumb
From over my head
The monster hasn't been fed
The dieing are dead
I am breathing air
Air we haven't shared
Breathing deeper than I dared
I am stretching what was sedentary
Erasing muscle memory
Shaking bones in the cemetary
Your words are no longer trapped
Swimming through places I hadn't mapped
Their habitat has been carefully unwrapped
I have given you release
Terminated your lease
Ironed out this wrinkle, smoothed out this crease
Your uncertainty did nothing for my health
I am dusting you from my shelf
I am welcoming back myself

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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