crack open a window
i cant breathe in this
dry hot air like a desert
filling the room.
my lungs are crumbled,
starched straight and fragile,
like fine grains of sand
in between sheets of papyrus.
i'm wheezing from the smoke
the stain of harsh yellow
on my breath
so i shut my mouth
to hold in the clean air.
my skin is in a cover,
a sheet of dry dirt that is
hungry for the easy humidity
of clouds crying in a rainforest
where the air is heavy with condensation.
when will this dryness end,
when will i feel something
feel a hand holding mine
without the agony of shriveled
and cracked skin?
feel moisture on my tongue,
cool water on dry breath?
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