My first breath- it would be my very first first.
A burst of fresh air into my lungs it burst.
The blue in my face faced the pale ceiling blue.
I'm new here, but I knew I'd not be here past "new."
Dead where I lay, yet still not quite dead.
My head was mess, but was not just my head.
The sky was as red as a red tinted sky.
A sigh of relief was my last breath; a sigh.