Tiny verses to distract from this pain:

Breathe into to me so I can live
My own breath was lost long ago
Born broken, fragile and about to give
The air aches within lungs so slow

Within my dreams, as I take in air
I imagine a day free of wheezing
When I may run through a day so fair
Without tiny tremours and seizing

If I could make one tiny incision
And from it this poison blood flow
I'd embrace this glorious, crimson vision
With passion only the dying can know