Air

AMy dad once told me that air is the enemy. He meant in keeping food fresh, but I couldn’t help but choke.

If air is the enemy, is that why my breath catches in my throat?

If air is the enemy, why am I breathing at all?

If air is the enemy, is that why the sky is the limit?

If air is the enemy, why am I soaring?


This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.

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