Your anxiety
ripples the air
pushes and pulls me,
threatens my calm.
I’d breathe you my peace
but you inhale all I have
then you rustle and quiver,
vibrating me
into your distress.
The airlines say,
put on your own oxygen mask first.
I need my air.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Absolutely terrific! It moves beautifully and the ending is the Best! 🙂
Thanks, Melody.
YES! I love this! Especially the last line!
Thanks trE.
You are welcome!
Those who can’t breathe on their own, can give nothing to the vampire in the room.
ha ha
I really like the feeling communicated
Thanks Hakeem!