when the city is still asleep, including you
it's just me, my trauma, and the creeping coldness from head to toe while i'm drenched in sweat
I need to hold onto an inhaler so that I won't suffocate
I need to hold onto a life jacket so that I won't sink
so I hold onto you as you breathe in composed rhythms
the moment your eyes meet my well-being,
you don't hesitate to put me in an embrace,
wrapping my heavily trembling body inside your warm hugs
you put a cigarette between my cracked lips,
then you light it up and whisper soothingly,
"breathe in, breathe out," as your eyes guide me on how to breathe
you inhale the let-out smoke I made,
inhaling deeply as if it's the last oxygen left
"I breathe your pain; now it becomes ours."
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