Shards

Shards

I could breath,
just breath,
if it didn't sting.
If it didn't hurt
tear my lungs,
gushing blood
into myself.

I spit it out
on you,
all of you
all of me.
Infect you,
with me,
a virus.

I could breath,
just breath,
when I die
and not cry.
there is no air,
just shards
of life.