Phantom

Quiet and still is how I would describe it,

Like suddenly putting a pause on air

and the quickness of being suffocated,

made natural beauty become stripped bare.

I could of sworn I heard a howl,

being shot through the airless sky

eventually colliding with my burning ears

and evaporating without a goodbye.

My lungs felt locked and precious,

deathly fear ever so prominent and rising,

whilst white mist wrapped sensually around me

without routine; its movement continuously improvising.

My breath released like a gunshot.

I gasped my neck feeling sore and tender,

my mind fluent with incoherent thoughts,

revealing a shed of blood; I surrendered.