thick warm air
forced down throats by
heaving lungs
barely breathable
make it work, make it work,
cough and wretch and
gasp it down again
and every
little palpitation
of the heart
the mind
the spirit
will be painted in someone’s studio
immortalized wholly
for ever and ever
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the sieve and the sand 
I like this. The pace is really alluring and different. Good work. 🙂 I write as well.
Zombie mouth/glory hole?
Something like that.