Dust to Dust

[frozenrequiem]

choking on air
gasping dust,
ash falling
in my throat
burning a void
through my heart.
nothing sates
the burning in my lungs,
starving in my voice,
blood in my eyes.
drive a stake
through my chest,
if only to grasp
a fleeting breath.

(c) j.t. 12/11/06