My heart-




Sucks all my oxygen

Like a black hole.

My hands tremble

Like a needle

As I shake like mad

Trying to steady myself

Gain control

Until finally when I’m home

When I can collapse

And cry

And finally breathe.

It’s a comfort to me-

Thinking of liberation.

But my heart


I feel it’s whimpers

As blows strike,

Unrelenting Flair chops

Little punches

To the side of my skull

You. can’t. Do. this.

You. can’t. Take. much. More. of. This.

Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

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