V is for Virri – #Shortfiction #AtoZchallenge

Posted by : | April 25, 2014

Human lungs FunctionEach breath I take burns.  It’s hard to start, then as I try harder, it roars into me, my throat burning.  It pushes back the queasy feeling, if only for a few seconds. I can feel every muscle, stretched taut over my ribs, limiting each breath.

I can’t breathe.  I just can’t.  But then, I can and it loosens a little bit.  Just enough to take that breath.

I’m sucking each breath in as if it’s in a little straw, greedily taking each greasy-feeling morsel as if it were my lifeline.
What am I saying, it is my lifeline.

I can’t tell you where it all started.  Honestly, it’s been one of those weeks.  I thought I had the flu.  We all thought we had the flu.  The last thing I said to my boyfriend was to grow up, I was feeling ill too – I don’t know if he’s better.  I don’t know if I’ll get better.  All I can do is stare at the ceiling, ignoring the pain of the shattered mug under me, it’s edges cutting and digging into me like irregular, ill-positioned barbs.
I’d laugh right now, reading that back, but when I laugh, when I sneeze.  When I cough too hard or move my head at the wrong angle (all of them) then it hurts, I can’t breathe.

I don’t know where it started.  I can’t tell you where it’ll end.

I can’t breathe.  Every breath I take burns.

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