Me and the Minotaur

And then you find yourself chained to it.
A link for every minute
every second
as though starting something was the formation
of a terrible idea
its continuation
only allowing it to fester.

we sat in silence
holding on to the moments
we would breathe together.
I shut my eyes and imagined the cold
inside me taking on the physical
every matched breath
every mimicked exhale
unleashing a torrent of fumes.
Smoke belching out
from our noses and mouths
making it impossible
to see anything
at all.


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