Part 44:Depth.

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Head deep in oxygen stealing grief,
Shoulders deep in feeling nothing at all.

Ribs deep in a fluttering heart beat,not very brief.
Waist deep in tingly sensations, starting to fall.

Hips deep in panic,
Knees deep in it to.

Ankles deep in weakening pain,feeling manic,
Toes deep in refusing to just...do.

Ground deep in her racing heartbeat,
Face molten and melting like the lava at the core.

So deep in panic,as tender and frightened as a fawn,
She'd never been ,had never felt,before.

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