It felt like a deep breath in.
A cold shower.
A swirling cloud that's floating just the right height above the buildings.
The freeze-frame of the fast flying Bird.
The little pinch and squeeze of a blood draw.
The first time your defense mechanisms kicked in and you killed that spider.
It was every small retractable response
Gently sheltering eggs of cathartic release
I could feel the exterior cracking with the pushing of skin up against mine
And know I was doomed to lay lifeless into your thievery
The thrill of hanging on gravity.
That's what it felt like,
before you left
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The First Easy Breath- 2019 Poems
PuisiAll my ramblings for the year. In order from oldest (top) to newest (bottom)
