NaPoWriMo 2022 // day 25
Some ‘ships,
(the relation
and the friend
kind)
end in
explosion.
Far too much
said in too tight
a space
and there is no
oxygen left
after the fireball
finishes.
But others,
maybe most,
simply
f a d e
like a heavy chest
struggling to rise
one
more
time
and the silence
breaks
less often
and eventually,
maybe,
there doesn’t seem to be
a reason
to take another
breath.