my body; an airplane
my lungs are a married couple holding hands.
my heart; a terrified pet.
i pick up my voice like a shard of broken glass, the slightest false movement of panic & the red comes rushing in.
my tongue: " This is your captain speaking; we have seemed to have lost an engine & are losing altitude. Please proceed to get into the crash landing position & hope for the best. Thank you."
click.
crash landing,
adrenaline rush.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
