I feel the air
between the sand
as I bury my feet in it.

I feel the air
drying my sweat
as I pace the pier.

I feel the air
pushing me up
as I fall down.

I feel the air,
it fills me.

I feel the air
brush through the hair
that I no longer comb.

I feel the air
closing over
my dwindling bones.

I feel the air
leave my lungs
for the very last time.

I feel the air,
it kills me.

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