Automatic Air
By Georgia H
Published 30 March 2023
The air is not clean
nor pure,
or natural
Each breath choking me from inside
It's poison in my lungs just waiting to burst
Just waiting for me to breathe it in again
There is no escape
No choice in the matter
The air I breathe is dead
The fear of this life overwhelms me
It makes it hard to speak
Hard to breath
This is the future I see
So I keep suffocating silently
Unless…
I make my choice
I stop it now
I save the air I breathe
If only so it can save me