In the dark

In the dark, the crescendo of our breath turning the air into an oven.
Drops of sweat making puddles for our souls to splash in.
Telling a story of ghosts and skeletons, inspired in each expiration.

inspired by the prompt ‘in the dark’ at typetrigger.com

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