The black smoke billows in my torso
It’s pushing at my skin,
seeking pores to seep through.
It’s roiling and thick and
it stops me in my tracks.
It’s burning me from the inside.
I can feel it fogging my vision, dimming the lights around me.
Damn it! I can’t move. It circles my lungs.
A snake ready to strike
Choking and twisting- it’s getting the job done.
I inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale. I stop
Neither provides relief.
Down on my knees now, I know this can’t be it.
I’m not ready for this!
-little blue jay