Panic

My heart is there reverberating brisk

beating behind its bars in my body.  It is caged

 

there for all of my breaths.  Lungs—black

as tar—try to cushion the banging

 

in my breasts, but they battle to catch

the air from the boom, boom ramming

 

any air out.  Blue bruises become my knees.  Please,

don’t let this happen again.  Oh shit, not again.

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