Coughing

I cough
And the crackling pop explosions
Move from my chest into my throat.
My shins are cold and my nose hints
At running down my face, over my lips.
I clear my throat, but the inside sill itches
And coughing again only tastes like rust.

I cough again
And the muscles inside my stomach lurch inward
Helping my static filled lungs push out their dust.
I take a deep breath to cool the throat kindling
And deep nose breaths send down cooling gusts,
Reminding me of how cold the entire room is.