Lungs Filled Poem by Dakota Ellerton

The cars drove by, their lights too blinding to look anywhere but at my boots scruffing against the ground, my fingers peeking through my gloves as I tried so desperatley to light a cigarette, my hands shook as though I were living every fear I’d not yet faced, every lie I’d not yet confessed, every truth I’d not yet accepted.

He layed me down between the cusions and sheets, as the television hummed and the light flickered to every movement. I’d fallen from lower to lowest in a leap of faith towards the edge of the cliff, I could feel nothing but selfishness and numbness as his body pulled to mine, as his mouth kissed and bit at my flesh - I shivered and squirmed hoping I’d not soon wake from this reality.

He pushed and he pulled and he --, until my most miserable thoughts were too distracted to be remembered, I could feel a sense of freedom and pleasure wave like pain through my heart as I gathered my clothes, and stumbled to dress.

I chose only the dark roads and alleys to walk along, as I inhaled my hardest to fill my lungs with the only thing I was sure of, out of my many discrestions I could simply only remember that one, the one like so many others, has given me a story to tell.