fading

[slowlyunfolding]

I'm curling beneath your rib
it's safe there
although whenever your heart beats
for her
there is no room for me
to exist
left wanting for air
I should branch out
and invade your lungs
imbed myself in the walls
so every time you breathe
or cough
or move
or sing
you'd feel me
touching you
pricking conscience
triggering memory
of how it used to be