Early Morning OD

Face up, staring at the concrete
back on the chilled street
is this where I die?
My vision,
stunted
My breathing,
shallow
My hope has been desperately drowning for years now.
Somehow
as my mind aches
and my skin bakes
I just want to take and take and take and–
suffocate silently
in the back of this cruising coffin
as they race to save my existance
while collapsing my escape.

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