Written by Jacob Ibrag
Whisk the oxygen from my lungs, tear apart the
soul that makes me human. Drown my physical existence
and adopt a steady hand, you’ll only have one chance at this. If
I survive, I’ll take you away. You won’t remember my voice or the
brush of this warning. I’ll change your fate, ridding your name
from the book of breath as you’ll become a part of me.
Photography by Brooke Didonato