Oxygen: One lung for air, the other for art. If breath were a choice. Oxygen language.

A collection of poetry and abhorrent ramblings born of a stomach starved of faith and a mind fed on a single lung gasping for art. Oxygen is broken into four parts guiding you from the darkness, to the light, and encouraging you to rise into a new life. Dedicated to the parts of you that you still shut out. Abigail hopes somewhere in this black ink you will feel a little less alone in this strange and beauitufl experience of being human.