Asthma Attack.

I've decided to go ahead with the goddamn break because I've noticed that no-one actually gives a shit about my stupid goddamn poetry so I might as well stop kidding myself and take my shit off the air. As per usual: Don't ask, don't tell.

Lightning fizzes before my eyes,
I cannot comprehend these apparitions
of yellow, green, blue.
So bright, so bright.

Yet. Like the thick blanket
of childhood, I do remember it still.
The hay fever of the lungs -clogging
like the rabid brown disease that
smelt of marijuana and nicotine.

My frail aunt was subjected to just that.
Bone white, she stumbled in this life
like a stale breath of air. The cancerous
lumps of mangled flesh forever bleating
in her heart. Bleat; like the marble curled
sheep that live on Death Row and on
putrid pension schemes.

I feel like I'm drowning in this cyanogenic
haze. The colours seem to echo some forgotten
anxiety that I held as a child. Fear of breathing
water - such a vacant smile that intoxicated you
that day we met, that day we danced in the
gelatine fog. Remember?

I cannot breathe, the oxygen isn't working
anymore. My lips are turning violet- how
acutely violated I am. My nervous system
has collapsed. I am a jittering bug of
twitches and kicks.

Bucking up my heels for breath. I cannot.
The lights fade to grey.

It seems to be another dull day that I am cursed.

This is one of the most devastatingly powerful poems I've read in a long time. You describe it all so well - I'm in love.

Your description is almost...how can I put this...dirty. Obscenely beautiful. I don't know, maybe I'm speaking nonsense, but I absolutely love your poetic style.