I am inventing
ways to say that I have
inhaled you. A new way,
because no one understands
how my lungs cannot
take in oxygen anymore;
they are addicted
to the chemicals that add up
to make the whole of you, but I
can’t find the elements
on the periodic table, cannot
create the compound to satisfy
the burn at the bottom of my lungs,
so I’ll invent
a new word for inhale,
a word to encompass the way
my lungs have been poisoned,
a way to explain how I took in
your soul and infused it
with mine.
NRG Writes 
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