Living with monsters that turn, unprovoked,
Where breathing is a risk sometimes too great.
Knowing you risk discovery and probable death
Should one of them turn their attentions toward you.
Yet you dare, every day, to breathe.
The sound and scent of every life giving breath you take
Wafted on tiny currents that smell of
Silent prayers, unceasing, that the monsters won’t find you
Hoping they cannot trace
Your sound or scent,
And find you,
Laying there in the darkness;
Daring to breathe
The air the monsters claim
An act of treason.
You will surely die if they find you.
Run to your secret place.
Hide until the danger passes, and
Dare to keep breathing.