The upward pull of your inhale
Sucks away the brown leaves Autumn deserts.
Twist your finger on our angry land and
Rip from the ground what was made to be yours.
It is peacefully in me, your exhaled Spring flowers,
The colors blooming life inside my lungs.
Decaying before you, the breath of time refills my tomb,
But delivers the guilty pleasure of living though the Giver had to lose.
The upward pull of your inhale takes every living thing but me,
A spared coin worth thousands of breaths, but to the world, an unlucky tail.
The gust of your mighty exhale roots in me a life created for you.
M.M. Cochran is a YA writer and author of Between the Ocean and the Stars (summer 2022). With an educational background in English and creative writing, she has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a freelance book editor for her service, Elegant Editing. Now pursuing a career in publishing and becoming a full-time novelist, she spends most of her time editing and writing in her novels. Meanwhile, you can find M.M. collecting coffee mugs or slipping into an oversized sweater, wishing for a white winter.