suddenly startled from slumber;
completely covered in cold sweat;
her head hangs heavy, hunched forward;
throat tied tightly, too tense to breathe;
panicked pulse with pins and needles;
chest clutched chambers compressed.
something wild from which she awoke?
or wilderness that she woke to?
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writing the left
Poesia"writing the left" is 2022 collection of micropoetry by h.h. | @bull.sees.red