relentless heaving
throat closing
words held hostage
by a gradually tightening chest
force them out
*radio silence*
force harder
jaw hangs
above the floor beneath
withered flesh
burrows under fingernails
claw at the neck
praying for the words
to emerge hand in hand
with the warm red liquid
streaming out of the crevasses
no air
no life
~ i breathe poetry.
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