Here’s is day 2 of the 360 Days of Symbols. This symbol is breath.
My breath is a wild animal. It sneaks into my lips at night, crawls down my throatcaverns, goes and nestles in the grotto of my lungs. There it rests for exhaling, and expulsions, and it does so violently into the air, howling my words for me, tearing at the lining of skin. Outside it tries to fight its way back, but I hold it back with prisonlips.
Eventually it dies from the light of the sun, becomes thin wisps of nothing in the air. But I can feel something else now. It had laid eggs in those lung caverns. And soon, soon. The brood will hatch. I will be infected with beasts.