Blood drains from my face.

My veins throb, my arteries wobble

My nose screams,

Whistles as it struggles.

My throat becomes raw 

As air brutally forces itself to my throat

But no further.

My chest heaves

My head pulses

A rhythmic thudding 

Echoing my stilling heart.

My throat is constricted

By clothes I own

Biting into my skin.

My face changes

From deep red to blue.

I sink to the floor

All I can hear is the pulsing thud

Of my wavering heart.

It stills

I take my last piece of air.

Silence.