Mrs. DUMBO...my mediastinum

Free Verse

It's a high rise when the alveoli sigh.
In the dark night, the air is quite a sight.
It's sad in that way—
I wonder, what's the rush?

But in the moment, I can't. 
I can't.
I don't understand.

My hand—it tries to grab onto
the nothingness.

My eyes find wider eyes—
offering
a hand, some water, a friend?

No longer can I see.
I close my eyes
and count the beats.

Then I can feel me
breathe between
knees.