Draw me deep into your lungs,
Flowing through your tubes, then out.
No mother stops to ponder me,
No child halts their play to say,
"How great air is, how fun to breathe."
But unseen, allergens ride in with me.
Bronchioles tighten, trapping me within.
You stand tall, yet weighted, frogged up,
Lips tinged blue,
Reaching high on the bed, gasping for me.
Breathe me,
Inhaler me,
Let me save you,
Once more.
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