Sense Sonnet - Acher

Dying Breath

The home furnace was working fine;
Then some mechanism went out.
There wasn't any warning sign,
As the killer began its route,
Through the house's heating air vents.
The lethal carbon monoxide,
On its way to dispense
The breath of death intensified.
My bedroom vent was closed because
While I slept, I preferred it cold.
We read his book, Wizard of Oz,
Then I tucked in my four year old.

My son went to sleep in his bed.
The next morning, I found him dead.