It sneaks in through flaired nostrils
teasing bloated thoughts.
They fight with wands of thorn
getting hotter, and faster.
Swirling in circles it collides with dormant demons
coaxing them to arise for battle.
Shrieking down into charcoal lungs
it steals what's left of dense smog.
Heart beats faster.
It squeezes and grips at the center.
Tingling down to limp appendages
Blood pumps harder.
mind unable to ward off the attack,
it spirals in.
leaving claw marks on porcelain lining.