An ugly ephinay

There's a slight tilt in the wind today. My heart and chest constrict blood just a second later than necessary before it flows out. You never really feel death coming at you, you never really know death is walking around waiting for your chest to stop. For your mind to go blank, for your eyes to shut. And the wind, it surrounds you in this air field of your own reality. Sometimes the wind is soft and cooling or warming, knowing what you need. Other times it's crushing and forceful, trying to get you to curl up and give in. Today the wind blew over my tightened chest making it easy to break. One touch and it would shatter to a million pieces. A mess all over the ground being picked up and carried away by the wind. Dust in the wind, dust of the deceased. There in the air it would all just blend in again. Matter from matter. I am trying hard to keep my chest intact but every breath feels like I am going to burst right out. Everything collecting inside the cavity of vitalizes. Boom. An array of red confetti falling back down on me. Release of infinite pressure, a confinement that could only have a running down clock. And today the wind feels sharper then ever.